"Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back."

I can’t

Stand you anymore. I never want to be around you. And all you do lately is bring me down. I’m miserable when I’m in your presence. And that’s fucking depressing.

"I will never forget you. Your nakedness
haunts me in the dawn when I can not distinguish your
flushed brown skin from the burning horizon, or my hands.
The smell of chaos lingers in the clothes
you left behind. I hold you
there."

Joy Harjo, section 9 of β€œSongs from the House of Death, or How to Make It Through to the End of a Relationship,” The American Poetry Review (vol. 28, no. 3, May/June 1999)

(Source: apoetreflects, via whitemothblackmouth)