LIVE TO DIE ANOTHER DAY
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LIVE TO DIE ANOTHER DAY
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"I wish I could say that
I woke up the morning
after you left
to the trees crying
to the walls breaking
to the dresser drawers falling out
to the carpet pulling up
to ambulance sirens playing
to the grass dying
to the oceans drying
to the birds screaming
to the mirrors shattering
to the sound of happiness deafening
to the hollowness breathing
to the emptiness rupturing
to the hair on my head turning white
to the sun exploding
to the stars falling
to the sky cracking open, pouring the heavens out, dying.
But, I woke up the morning
after you left
and everything was the same except for your absence.
There was nothing extraordinary about you leaving.
There was nothing in the world that said, “This isn’t right. We are broken, too”
I woke up the morning after you left and the bed was cold
and that was the only thing different
and I called you and told you I loved you
and you said it didn’t matter.
I woke up the morning
after you left
and everything kept moving.
Nothing stopped to break, like I was breaking.
You were gone and I was the only one who seemed to get the wind knocked out of me because of it."
Amanda Helm, The Morning After You Left (via amandaspoetry)
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"I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you."
Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade (via larmoyante)