And it’s at 3 AM, when my cheeks are stained with tears and the blankets fail to provide me with the same warmth you always did, that I can hear my heart beating to the rhythm of your name.
—  i will never stop missing you
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LAUREN ON A SEGWAY IM LMAOOO

You look at me as if you think I’m weak,
as the tears pool around me on the floor.
Secretly wishing they’d swallow me under,
so I wouldn’t have to fight this fight anymore.

Every single time I tell you the truth,
we end up having the same frivolous fight.
Maybe I should just learn to lie a bit better,
so that just once we could have a good night.

But I don’t ever cry because I am weak,
nor shed these tears just to get my own way.
Perhaps the reason I cry is because I’ve been hurt,
and I must release all the troubles kept at bay.

It’s like touching something you know is hot,
even though you know that its heat will burn.
I guess you have to find out the truth for yourself,
and take note of all the lessons that you learn.

Some people mistake crying for being weak,
but I know that my tears bring me strength.
Breaking down every single wall that I’ve built,
so that I can keep all the dangers at arm’s length.
—  Vulnerability, © 2015 Sarah Marie Pardy