You’re gone now and I get it.
I have to know with my lungs what I missed.
Did you see where the wind went
when it got knocked out of me?
Do you know it was by your side?

Buddy Wakefield, “Rapid Obsuccession” (via baroquemirrors)

This is an apology
for the things I have to say about us
to get over us.

I feel most like myself
when I am washing blood off my hands
in the shower; and I hope
whatever is eating you alive does it as slowly
as possible. I know it doesn’t sound like it,
but this is a love poem, this is a love poem,
this is a love poem
until it isn’t anymore.

Trista Mateer  (via tristamateer)