Untitled #326

Sometimes,

Love makes me wish I was dead.

The desire, longing, and wanting,

waiting…

Intense, overwhelming emotions

My heart beats as if I were running a marathon.

Pounding with each beat

I inhale and exhale

focusing on breathing.

Just breathe

Turn off the phone

Breathe

Walk around

Sit down

Slow

down

Sometimes,

Love makes me dream a little dream.

It is a nightmare come true.

The past, memories, insecurity

unknowns…

fear.

Sometimes,

Love makes me glad I’m alive.

I can feel

Joy

Laughter

Love

I am alive.

Smiling

Sad

Scared

Happy

I can enjoy the pain.

 

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4 thoughts on “Untitled #326

  1. Beautiful. Raw. Beautiful. These are the only words I can think of right now to describe this piece, and how amazing I found it. Oh wait. How about breathtaking? True. Desirable. Torn. Beautiful. Raw. Amazing. I love it.

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