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Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Awaiting


The vastness of the hours haunt my every hour.
The clenching and unclenching of the heart.
The gnashing of frustrated teeth.
The silent surroundings wearing the silence out.

You don't know how I feel.
Every living moment I breathe for you.
I breathe as you breathe.
I breathe because you breathe.

I can't sleep at night.
My subconscious is filled with you.
I dream of you.
Living the imaginary worst case scenarios at night.

My heart is tiring.
My mind is faltering.
My body is weakening.
My soul is fractured.

How do long distance relationships withstand the test of time?
When I can barely live on a 5 day old memory.
How do people survive without their loved ones?
That's how great love is.

I am weak.
No matter what I seem.
I am weak.
I am no stronger than anyone else.

The hours are lengthening themselves.
They are elongating and suffocating me.
I need you. 
Dearly, pathetically. Forever.

Come home.
Come home to me.

Life is not worth living.
Nothing is worth doing.
Breathing is not worth the effort anymore.

My melodramatic language does not obscure my heart from its true self.
I can't help but proclaim to the world that
I love you.

Always will.


B, I love you.

xoxo,
B 


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