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But there will be always those moments where I’ll wonder about how your family is doing, what your favourite song is at the moment and who’s on your mind. But I guess that’s just the way life goes. You lose someone and you will forever be wondering whats going on in their life.

please think about me too (via byetakecare)

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The morning after tastes like dark chocolate, leaving a sticky residue on your tongue, subtly sweet with a bitter bite to fill your throat. The morning after is when I pick up pillows from the floor and stack them up nice and neat. I’ll make sure to keep them next to me before I sleep, just to feel something close at night. The morning after is when I pick up my phone to check for missed calls and angry text messages. This is the most heavy empty inbox I’ve ever held. The morning after feels like Velcro, gripping on to you with itchy pieces of fabric, pulling at your skin, reminding you that it’ll find a way beneath your toughest armor. The morning after is when I brush my teeth and stare at my reflection in the mirror. Swollen lips and hollow eyebags gaze back. I’ll brush for ten minutes thinking about how clean my teeth need to be, how clean my teeth need to be, how clean my teeth need to be, need to be. The morning after is when I’ll forget to eat breakfast, because there’s no reason for me to fill a stomach that’s just going to feel empty for the rest of the day anyway. The morning after speaks in a riddle I’ll never find the heart to decipher. There’s no willpower left in me to do anything but breathe. The morning after is when I’ll sleep for half the day, knowing that my dreams won’t feel as numbing as the room I’ve cooped myself up in. The morning after is when all the breakup songs I paid no heed to on my pandora will suddenly hit every nerve, breaking my heart on the tumble down. I’ll just let myself bathe in my own prison. The morning after is when I’ll realize that it’s all just over now. We’ve made it to the after. Nothing comes after The After. The morning after is when the real heartbreak happens. Loneliness and confusion pluck hope right out of your ribs and fly off to bully you until you fight back again. The morning after is the real heartbreak, when you realize that there’s no second chance.

I know this is a really sad break up poem but it does get better, I promise everything gets better after the many mornings after. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)

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When she apologizes for being hard to love, do not say “it’s okay”. Tell her that loving her is like breathing and without her you are drowning, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

What I Wish You Had Said, #1 - Peyton Scott (via psych-facts)