I used the last of my Diesel today.
A birthday gift from you, two years ago.
When we were happy…
I dropped the bottle in the recycling and wept bitter scolding tears, that burned my face in the December cold.
A simple task, so painfully hard to do, as if I were somehow throwing one more broken piece of myself, of what was you and I, away.
Nowhere near as easily as you let me go.
Blackwater Ink 
It gets better, I promise 🌙
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I hope so. Four months since I left her in desperation (long complex story) and I still haven’t run out of tears. Grief is a deep well. Thank you for stopping by and for your comment. Deeply appreciated. 🎈
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I can’t compare my past pain to yours, but I can sympathize. A few years ago I was the one left in desperation and two years later I couldn’t be more grateful. Relationships end, but that’s the risk when falling in love. Don’t forget to breathe. 🌙
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Going through a very bleak time in my life, right now. Even creativity is difficult but every so often a kind word from someone (you) can remind me there is always some hope.
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Hope is the last thing you should lose. Color will enter again, give it all time🌙
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I’m trying. Thank you 🎈❤️👊🕯️
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