I'm writing you a Blog

I'm writing you a blog post. And once it is done, I think you will forgive me.

Until then..keep doing what you're doing.

Sleep well.

Love,
Elise

83 Days Until the Mayan Calender Ends.

Just in case you were wondering when you were going to die.

I Will Miss the Snow.

I moved far far away
to a place where I thought
my dreams lay
and upon arriving
discovered I'd moved
into a place
where I'd isolated
the only thing I was ever
running away from.

Myself.




I will miss the snow.

Promises lies promises lies...they're all the same..

I had a dream last night, where my grandma died again, and she was dissapointed in me.
And you were there, leaving me again.
And we were working it out, and half accomplishing it, and you answered my questions that I asked. And before we resolved it, I woke up.

And I wish I had stayed sleeping, just so I could have at least had peace in dreams. But even there Grandmas die, and even there people leave me. But at least you were talking to me. I had that.

And its so sad, that as I lay here half-asleep, with my eyes and mind basically still closed, with everything I have of us erased and no way of contacting you on my phone, that with tired eyes and tired everything; my heart has memorized what hurts it the most. It cannot forget how to find its way back to you.
No matter how many times I erase it, no matter how many times I press delete, or block, it won't go away.

How do you erase something that you love?

And I'm only afraid the answer is You Can't.
You can't.



So how did you?

I'm trying to forgive you.

And I do slightly. But, once I am happier, once I get out of the hole, you come back, only to push me farther in.

It angers me.


I'd like to shout at you. I'd like to respond. I'd like to do a lot of things.

But it pisses me off.

You say "us" it has to be "Us"

And I fully Agree.

But you don't want "Us"
You only want "You"

I never thought highly of myself. I only wanted you, and you know it.

Tell me how much you miss me, and then don't talk to me?
You disgust me.

Grow up.


If you're going to be like that, if your love is like that, then Please.

Just stop talking to me.


Its for the better.

Please

Just Stop Talking to Me.

Epiphany.

A breath of whispered Sorrow
Creaking through cracks of dawn
Tell me theres no Morrow-
Infectious as a Yawn.

Lights game plays twice
as those eyes flutter wide
an empty lifes the price
When emotions one does Hide.

A climbing ladder for two
and a Rope cut for One
What is one to Do?
When the other one is Done?

When one gives up
But the other does stay
and soon the fight is lost
Because both go the other way.

And a breeze still extends
across light feathered Skin-
to be happy all Depends
on a Choice from Within.

A breath of whispered Sorrow
Creaking through cracks of dawn
Tell me theres no Morrow-


Infectious as a Yawn.