(Not the bloody kind, guys. Don’t worry.)
They cut off the existence of a sentence.
They’re like the staccatos of literature.
Short and detached.
They end the point that someone is making.
They indicate a pause in a passage.
They stop everything.
I would never place a period in any part of what we had
I would never want a pause in the story we wrote
I would never want our point to end
When everything came crashing down, I began to understand.
I watched the letters of our story be drowned out by the doubts of our past.
I watched them all stray from the page as if there was nothing there to begin with.
I watched. Periods. Pop up. In places. I had never. Seen. Them.
Not by my doing, but yours.
I was so blinded by not wanting them to be there that I ignored that they were existent.
They were everywhere.
I was too busy breaking all the walls in my heart down for you because I thought you would keep it safe.
I was too oblivious by my love for you to see them.
But now that the pages are blank and everything we had is gone, I feel them as tangible as I felt you when you pushed me away from you.
When you told me you didn’t want me anymore and you left.
The periods said it all.
I just forgot to notice. Murdercomeswithasmile (via murdercomeswithasmile)
These types of kisses make me so happy
this makes me miss marnie
Counterparts // The Disconect
No matter what we’re all
going to die, whether it’s
tonight or 63 years from
And most of us don’t know
how it’s going to happen,
too many pills or drowning
or shattered glass and a
car swerving off the edge
of the Earth, sickness, a
loaded gun in a shaky
hand, an airplane falling
from the sky, cigarettes,
But the second I saw you
I knew you’d be what kills
(Sorry it’s so messy I wrote it in the car)