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blissfulinkstains · 5 years
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When you finally realize your glass is empty.. I'll be here. If you ever stop and listen to your guardian Angel, I'll still be here. Even in the afterlife, I'll still be at the same old table, no longer collecting dust, no longer mourning my thoughts to the demons in our past.
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24hoursopen · 6 years
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Dropped calls and empty static.
The thought alone gives me anxiety.
Has it been 6 years already?
I don’t believe in God anymore.
So damn where are you?
I don’t have your ashes. I don’t have any of you or your stuff. I got foggy memories.
I got this hate bottled up.
Fucking talk to me. Give me a sign or something.
Tired of picking at that damn scab you left behind.
I’m trying to piece together what I assume about you. I’m starting to lose my place and my thoughts.
She says one thing. I think another.
I got so much regret. I hate her. And I’m sorry. We were supposed to be a happy family. I don’t care how long it’s been. It was 8 years you were gone. And now it’s still 6 years added now.
I’m aching here. And I can’t explain anymore.
-Blissfulinkstains - my tumblr blog
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blissfulinkstains · 5 years
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Laying here picking at my old stitches, seems like everyday they keep reopening and all the shitty thoughts I tried to hide are still oozing out. And all I gotta do is grab the needle and thread.
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blissfulinkstains · 5 years
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I'm a shitty poet. Acknowledged. But there's no denying there's usually a storm in my heart but love in my eyes. And if you hear me out . .. you'll stay for the storm too
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blissfulinkstains · 5 years
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No one stops to consider the shit in your bag. But that's cool. I'll be that random ear laying in your path. Cause I know how it feels to carry a heavy heart and a bag of souls
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blissfulinkstains · 5 years
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Give you a dollar if you can make the static in my head steady
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blissfulinkstains · 5 years
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I'm sitting here with a lighter. Looking at those frayed ends.. those frayed connections... The lighter is in my hand. I have the control. Those frayed ends.. those frayed connections.. stop pulling at them and just burn them and end it already.. shit
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blissfulinkstains · 5 years
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You know, I sat hear criticizing everything you did. Every last detail. And never did I stand back and realize I was the one enabling the problem. I was the one adding fuel to our fire.. I'm sorry.
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blissfulinkstains · 5 years
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Oh you know.. just sitting here picking at old emotions..
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blissfulinkstains · 5 years
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Blah, trying.
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blissfulinkstains · 5 years
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You're so full of shit. I hate you. I hate to think we have the same fucking DNA. You make my skin crawl. Words can't express how much I fucking hate you.
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blissfulinkstains · 5 years
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Browsing the options you don't have is the hardest part about starting over.
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blissfulinkstains · 5 years
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We say till death... But what if I want you in the afterlife too??
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blissfulinkstains · 5 years
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The mother in me wants to drive 400 miles to make sure you're okay. The mother in me remembers comforting you when you would cry or ask for bottles. Truth is though.. you aren't mine anymore. The distance between us is not my fault and I gotta save myself from any heartache that might occur.
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