It can hurt you, remembering- the shock of reentry, the mild disorientation, the inevitable sadness that accompanies a true vision of the past. Still, right now, staring out the window at the land far below me, realizing I have no idea where I am, I want nothing more than to do absolutely that. I want to go back.
What We Keep- Elizabeth Berg
I used to want you so bad I’m so through with that, cause honestly you turned out to be the best thing I never had
Yes, I know we’ve said a lot of things that we probably didn’t mean but it’s not too late to take them back, so before you say you’re gonna go I should probably let you know that I never knew what I had
Graze your knees, you
Get back up again, you
Fix your hair, you
Are ok as long as, you
Keep moving forward.
This is why it hurts the way it hurts. You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache. You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.
If you ever find yourself looking at the person next to you and wondering if you can do better, leave. Because they can definitely do better than you.
And I know it was me who called it over but I still wish you’d fought me ‘til your dying day, don’t let me get away.
A clean break is easier. You can reset it, and it heals, and you move on, but if you leave things messy, and things don’t get put right, then it just hurts, forever.
You’re a good man, you’re handsome, and kind, and smart, and good…but I’m busy holding myself together with tape and glue…You’re too much for me right now because I’m busy with the tape and glue.
Late at night, when your brain is tired of thinking of everything else, you will find me there. You cannot throw me far enough away.
You shouldn’t fall asleep on your heart. It’ll go numb.
If I breathe you in and you breathe me out, I swear we can breathe forever. I swear I’ll find summer in your winter and spring in your autumn and always, hands at the ends of your fingers, arms at the ends of your shoulders and I swear, when we run out of forever, when we run out of air, your name will be the last word that my lungs make air for.
Oh but I’m scared to death that there may not be another one like this, and I confess that I’m only holding on by a thin thin thread. I’m kickin the curb cause you never heard the words that you needed so bad, and I’m kickin the dirt cause I never gave you the things that you needed to have.