searching your name where I know it can’t be found
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Maybe all we need is a break.
A month or two where we don’t talk- at least about the things that matter.
A month or two of small interactions- a small joke here, a small question there, get rid of those old memories haunting us everywhere.
A month or two where we go back to being strangers, back to being friendly acquaintances, back to being that odd we’re-friends-but-we’re-not-close that we were so long ago.
And maybe, after a month or two, we’ll be able to pick back up again:
A not-so-clean slate that still offers a chance for a fresh start.
A ‘how was your summer?‘ that throws us back into endless tales and uncontrollable laughter.
A hidden smile that says you still remember everything that happened, but you’ve chosen to bury it and let us move on.
Yeah.
Maybe all we need are two months.
and maybe this time, it will work out. (via sheragwrites)
I swear to you,
It meant nothing but lust
I promise
but tell me again why we were sober
every single fucking time
Tell me why
You held my hand and let our fingers intertwine
I mean I promise there were no strings
Not a thing from me to you
but I’ve been baffled since that night
you ran your fingers through my hair
but you were hesitant to pull it
and I was calling out your name,
breathless, panting, grabbing sheets
and you were fucking everything in between.
now you’re everything in between
I’ve got so many unanswered questions
each leading to us to something neither of us wants
I’ll keep it in my pocket till we’ve both found our ground
I still hear you sigh my name
But I promise this is just a game.
How do I un-know people
Going back to my hometown always gave me that euphoria I needed. I never could point my finger on why I felt that way, whether it was family, home, childhood memories or the way my feet felt like roots blending into the ground and how I could easily have room to grow; my branches were much easier to reach there. My friends and I never missed a day watching the stars over there, we felt fire at our finger tips and only burnt those who loved us. The treachery never bothered us, we’d cry on footpaths and dance in the middle of the road because we knew we weren’t the only one. I remember the best days were the rainy days because we’d prance outside like a cluster of high spirited kids.
