The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.
Catalog
Iain Thomas
There are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.
The further inside you hide the hurt, the more it hurts inside. All wounds need air to heal.
You and I both know, the dark doesn’t make the bruises disappear. It just makes them harder to see.
All the hardest, coldest people you meet, were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
You are the best parts of all the songs I love.
I keep thinking you already know. I keep thinking I’ve sent you letters that were only ever written in my mind.
You taught me how to be alone. And I learned my lesson, in your absence.
I hope they make you happy. That’s what I’ll say.
I’m not the person you left behind anymore. There’s no one here to miss.
I’m a picture without a frame. A poem without a rhyme. A car with three wheels. A sun without fire. I am a gun without bullets. I am the truth without someone to hear it. I am a feeling without someone to feel it. This is who I am. A mess without you. Something beautiful with you.
You were better to the ones that were worse for you. And worse to the one that was better for you.
I’m not the person you left behind anymore. There’s no one here to miss.
You are beautiful and loved by the universe that made you, with every atom and star moving in perfect alignment to make you, you.
There are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way.
I know you have feelings left somewhere. But they’re all so hard to reach.
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness…
I keep wondering, how many people do you need to be, before you can become yourself.
You taught me how to be alone. And I learned my lesson, in your absence.
You taught me how to be alone. And I learned my lesson, in your absence.