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high // j.c. (via dreamofwhat)
The smoke was getting thicker.
But we kept smoking our problems away, problems we didn’t realize we had. He reminded me he wanted the smoke to be opaque. It got to the point where breathing around him burned, but I needed him in my lungs so I kept breathing. We were walking in thick smoke and as much as I wanted to, I could not follow him because I was blinded by everything he made me feel.
He hugged me goodbye that day. I didn’t realize it at the time. Neither did he. He looked deep into my eyes and kissed me. He gave me the warmest hug, I felt safe in his arms. Always did. I let a tear fall and he wiped it away with his thumb. I want you to stay.” I whispered. Hurt flashed in his eyes as he told me that he didn’t want to leave but he knew we had to. He knew we were each other’s ends. He squeezed me one last time and I felt one of his tears hit my face. And although tears are tiny his felt like a slap in the face and a punch in the gut.
I cried myself to sleep that day.
He doesn’t know I still think about him. He doesn’t know that every time he’s near me I feel the high. He doesn’t know that I’ve heard his smoke is now opaque and he can’t see anyone through it. He finally got what he wanted. He doesn’t know that I want to save him, but if I save him I lose myself."
Spin me ‘round and ‘round,
play me like your favourite record,
I can take you down.
Let me run faster and faster,
trip me when I am going too far.
Catch me, if you can.
Loud streets and busy cabs,
I don’t stop at the red lights.
Welcome, heavy traffic.
raw fingertips and
bloodshot eyes
they haven’t asked but
yeah I’m fine
the backs of my knees hurt
when I walk
I don’t know if I’m better
or just more practiced
at navigating;
I speak when I sleep
and when I’m awake too,
but people listen
just the same
my heart
doesn’t feel like
it used to —
it beats slower now,
it knows
what to do
and usually
my lungs remember
how to breathe but
sometimes
I have to force them to.
If you’re wondering,
I’m not thinking of you."
Toxic lovers, a ten word story by M (via morosetintedglasses)
unlearning these instincts, Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)
that I would come
to know someone
like you, all open
arms, after so many
years of reaching
toward closed fists."


