but for real this time.

You told me you held me tight in your dreams, but then you couldn’t remember a thing.

even me.

You left us 8 months ago but in reality its been 4 years.

4 years since you told me you loved me

4 years since you said my name with meaning

4 years since you heard my voice singing to the chorus

“let it be, let it be, let it be”

4 years since you held me tight against your heart

4 years since you had a good laugh, at least one i didn’t have to start

but 8 months since i’ve seen you in person.

8 months that ive been looking up at the sky, thinking of “god” and cursing

My stomachs bursting, heart is… burning. yearning for your breath

I try to gain hope by staring at the angel from your coffin’s edge

but after awhile it just makes it harder.

the disease didn’t kill you… it was an obvious murder.

Disease is murder.

Murder.

and im not just gonna be reblogging photos. im gonna make my tumblr a blog for my music and my poetry and such. and photos that i like as well. Changin it up a little.