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jstskin:

la dispute

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All Our Bruised Bodies and the Whole Heart Shrinks - La Dispute

Show me all your bruises. I know everybody wears them.

They broadcast the pain—how you hurt, how you reacted.

Did cancer take your child? Did your father have a heart attack?

Have you had a moment forced the whole heart to grow or retract?

Or just shrink.

Does the heart shrink?

A Letter - La Dispute

I’ve never spent a lot on finding a remedy.

I guess I figured that it hurt for a reason.

I guess that’s why I’ve always turned to writing it down.

Not just in stories, but the letters in between.

And I guess that’s why it haunts the pages of everything-

to self-examine.

(Source: hydrotoxicity, via stoner-fish)

(Source: n0thingexists, via this--too--shall--pass)

textback-tempo:

You still cross my mind from time to time and I mostly smile.
Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why, so I retrace our every step with an unsure pen.
Trying to figure out what my head thinks but my head just ain’t what it used to be; and then again, what’s the point anyway?

//

I still remember how we held so strong to this. Though we had never really settled on a way out, I still remember the silence and how we’d always find a way to turn and run to our mistakes.
I still remember how it all came back together, just to fall apart again.
My dear, I hear your voice in mine.

//

I breathed your name into the air, I etched your name into me, I felt my anger swelling, I swam into its sea.
I held your name inside my heart, but it got buried in my fear.
It tore the wiring of my brain, I did my best to keep it clear
So dear, no matter how we part, I hold you sweetly in my head.
And if I do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead.
If I can’t love you as a lover, I will love you as a friend.
And I will lay a bed before you, keep you safe until the end.

Bury Your Flame - La Dispute

You came back and you brought floods

Wearing a necklace made of hearts that you’d dragged through the mud

And I guess I wasn’t quite sure what to say to you

But then I saw mine, almost reached out to grab it

Said, darling, you’re the only one on earth I want to have it

But now I’m not so sure that was true

After the hell you put it through

But there was no sharp pain this time

Just the ghost of your presence compressing my chest like a vine

An unshakable absence

Like most of my insides crawled out of my mouth and went west

But that’s fine

“I have washed my hands a thousand times
But still can see the blood
I still can see the blood”

textback-tempo:

I know that someday you’ll be sleeping darling, likely dreaming off the pain. I hope you’ll hear me in the streetlight’s humming, softly breathing out your name.I know that even with the seams stitched tightly darling, scars will remain.

I say we scrape them from each other darling, and let them wash off in the rain. And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water not complain.I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name,Your hands still catch the light the right way and our hearts still beat the same.