“Because when something happens, she’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.” — David Levithan, Every Day
beautiful to pick up where we left off
i was talking to my brother one evening and i expressed my frustration with getting myself motivated enough to start putting her stuff away. i told him about the knives i found that i had to hide and how it put a screaching halt to everything i was doing. i looked down at those knives and everything came back to me. he said, “she’ll never know, realize or even care how much of an emotional toll it is to put her stuff away” he offered to help, and i am thankful for that, but i have to do this myself. my emotions catch me off guard sometimes. i often believe that ill be able to come face to face with certain things and that i wont be phased. but im learning that my trauma is still present and its okay… its better to be self aware wouldnt you agree? id like to get back to the version of me that overcame anxiety. baby steps.
miles away and not a thought in your head
of the days and nights that ive dread
of putting your stuff in boxes
you sit pretty with your pretty new things
pretty new life, with your pretty, new lady
meanwhile, i dont know where ur other sock is
and this sharpie smells toxic
lucky for you, you had a clean break
the last time i saw you face to face
i didnt know it’d be the last embrace
my tears dont fall nearly as often
and while your off and
having fun
maybe one day you’ll remember the person who put your stuff in boxes.
