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i haven't got a title. It's a short little excerpt from something I may or may not create.

I am the creator of my own catastrophe, but who are you to judge? I’m hidden behind walls built from the deepest depths of misery, yet my heart continues to race. I’m trapped within my own insanity. The movements of your body holding my shaking arms still, reminds me of peace. Anxiety was vanquished with the touch of your hands. The ghost of your lips still linger upon my forehead, you pressed them right above my brow while whispering words of comfort into my ear. My insides churn with a mixture of nostalgia and nausea, I can’t tell which one feels worse. I need you, and I need you to need me. I can’t go on fooling those who care. I can’t do this to myself. Losing you was no accident. You lost me. I can smile and breathe but I’ll never truly live. These days consist of miscellaneous emotions followed by one depressing song after the next. The world that I’m facing seems so much larger now that you’re gone. You have left taking all the stars with you. What happens next? I don’t know. I may be the creator of my own catastrophe, but I’m nobody without you.  

Author's Note

Not exactly sure where the urge to write this came from but i guess ill blame pictures and tumblr.