Sometimes I think love is only another word for irreversible.
Because I cannot return to the person who did not know you.
That version of me is gone.
And grief
keeps the dead alive inside the living."
I feel like you've been listening to the conversations I have with myself. It's like we're expected to shed the portions of ourselves we grew our love in , but that’s not how love works. We carry the ghosts and grief into everything
Sometimes I think love is only another word for irreversible.
Because I cannot return to the person who did not know you.
That version of me is gone.
And grief
keeps the dead alive inside the living."
I feel like you've been listening to the conversations I have with myself. It's like we're expected to shed the portions of ourselves we grew our love in , but that’s not how love works. We carry the ghosts and grief into everything
Gosh, I felt this in my soul!
"And now you follow me into everything.
Sometimes I think love is only another word for irreversible.
Because I cannot return to the person who did not know you.
That version of me is gone.
And grief
keeps the dead alive inside the living."
I feel like you've been listening to the conversations I have with myself. It's like we're expected to shed the portions of ourselves we grew our love in , but that’s not how love works. We carry the ghosts and grief into everything
I loved this piece so much.
Thank you ❤️
I’m happy I could write your feelings out. I’ve been feeling the same way recently😞
Gosh, I felt this in my soul!
"And now you follow me into everything.
Sometimes I think love is only another word for irreversible.
Because I cannot return to the person who did not know you.
That version of me is gone.
And grief
keeps the dead alive inside the living."
I feel like you've been listening to the conversations I have with myself. It's like we're expected to shed the portions of ourselves we grew our love in , but that’s not how love works. We carry the ghosts and grief into everything
I loved this piece so much.
Thank you ❤️