You did this…to Me

Warning: This post can be a PTSD trigger for DV/SV victims/survivors.

For how long?

"My ribs hurt from heartache, And the poison inside me make my lungs suffocate."

Need you now

...because I need you now. And this distance is killing me.

Ink Stains

Words are the ink colored tear stains left behind on pieces of papers

You. Just You

You are not my addiction. No. You are my oxygen. And without you I have no life. I am dead.

Finally found you

Who said love requires a translation?
It does not.
You just need to look in each others eyes and the world around you will turn into a hazy inconsiquential blur.