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It's like this, dearest darling. I'm not robotic like you appear to be and i don't have a delete button. So it's going to take time to forget you. my mind will unravel a little from trying to loosen your hold, and trying to unpick the stitches my beating heart to your seemingly stone like one may get a little unpleasant. [in]sincere apologies, me.

She tiptoes gracefully across the frozen pond, shivering violently as her breath clouds around her. As her pale skin turns almost translucent the ice silently gives way beneath her. (even when facing death she's still so well poised.)

Somehow it's the ideas that are never allowed to be anything more than thoughts that are the ones that will eventually tear you apart from the inside out. It's the i should have said something but didn'ts, the i never realised he'd go's and the the thought i'd get another chances. And it's the dreams that never developed into fond memories that become what keeps you awake and night with replays over in your head. It's the holidays to distant places that never happended, the well loved tradtions that were never born, and the long loved up nights that never turned into mornings. Because sometimes we need to realise that these silences are wha

It's like standing in the middle of the peak hour city rush and holding your breath as they hurry past and you turn purple and your strings snap and you collapse dramatically onto the frozen pavement. You stay curled up as the shapes move over and around and as the whispers turn to shrieks and screams. And as the sirens blaze in the background you realise sometimes this emptiness is like almost dying just so you know you're still alive.

This time I'm playing for keeps. Not keepsakes. She walks a fine line between self assured, and stubborn. With teeth clenched, and fists swinging, she always had the last word. Never because she's won, But cause he'd been pushed away and her words fell on deaf and uncaring ears. Secretly, she hoped he regretted it, the way she did. She prayed that the breakdown haunted him, like it did her. That his ribs were cracking and heart was stuck in his throat the way hers was. Thinking about it, she always hated him for what he'd done, for leaving, but maybe he was just the smart one, getting out while his bones were still intact, and he wasn

please, love. my lungs can't hold the infinity you're breathing into them and my mind can't handle the weight of the dreams that we keep imagining. but i can breathe in all your light your golden shimmer and let my feet lift off the ground. i can weave our dreams into stories, and let the words document everything that made us so beautiful. my voice is only quiet and i can't scream your name from the top of a ice capped mountain and i don't have royalty running through my veins. but i can whisper it in your ear while laying underneath white washed sheets. i can still rule your world your life your heart. so, dear, my lungs are weak, and

 Big brother has taken our freedom of thought. Consider yourself free of the need to exert your brain, your muscles can relax and you can enjoy the freedom of a comatose, zombie like state. With glazed over eyes and dripping lips nod, agree and just keep staring blankly into space. You are now free to spend your pointless and wasted days bathing in his egotistical glory. Thoughts are wild, unbridled, and let's face it, stupid. Big brother is always right, we cannot disagree. We will fog up your vision and you'll praise us for sight, we will take your freedom and you'll thank us for taking the weight off your shoulders. Let us poke and pro