A new photo of your old lover That you discovered to your chagrin It’s been so long since it all went sunder That you stopped wondering where she’s been. Her hair’s changed. Her clothes are strange At a party where the likes of you would never get in.
There’s a world without you. Yeah, there’s a world without you.
It’s been minutes, it’s been days, it’s been all I will remember Happy lost in your hair and the cold side of the pillow Your hills and valleys are mapped by my intrepid fingers And in a naked slumber, I dream all this again
Crack the shutters open wide, I wanna bathe you in the light of day And just watch you as the rays tangle up around your face and body I could sit for hours finding new ways to be awed each minute Cause the daylight seems to want you just as much as I want you
“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”—Fernando Pessoa (via suzywire)
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Both of you are great light borrowers.
Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected,
And your first gift is making stone out of everything.
I wake to a mausoleum; you are here,
Ticking your fingers on the marble table, looking for cigarettes,
Spiteful as a woman, but not so nervous,
And dying to say something unanswerable.
The moon, too, abuses her subjects,
But in the daytime she is ridiculous.
Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand,
Arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity,
White and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide.
No day is safe from news of you,
Walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.
“There is something sickeningly attractive about being in a bad relationship; you start feeding off the unhappiness. It becomes darkly interesting.”—Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story by Chuck Klosterman (via thechocolatebrigade)
“Little pieces of you get chipped away by another person, and you shave little pieces of yourself away so that you’ll fit together, then one day you look up and you don’t even know who you are.”—Grey’s Anatomy (via itookadeepbreath)