Nights Like This

Some raw honesty from the heart, nothing fancy, just true.

It's nights like this when my body and soul cry out as one. When I lie in the bed that's been imprinted with memories. Memories that keep me from sleep and pull at the fibers of my heart.

Nights like these are the ones that leave me writing and rewriting a message I'll never send because I need to let go. But how can I? How do you let go of something that's a part of you, something that's fuzed with your very soul? I need to let go but damn this bed is almost as empty as my heart. She's not here but I can remember how it felt when she was. The nights we shared were fond memories but now they cut deep into my heart.

These memories are a disease but God they're the best part of me.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Rachael]

Sadness, longing, that vacant feeling in your heart... when a person can turn these awful, horridly painful things into a romanticized and beautiful piece of art.. that is true strength and courage. I'm proud of you. This is powerful and magnificent.

[ANTO]

I get every tortured moment of this write and I can only imagine the pain that the vessel it eminated from is in exponentially. Each line ripped from the heart. Love sux - but then it doesnt too
Well penned Bryan