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alyssa

@heartbrokenavenue

for the ones who seek to heal
“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell…”

— Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever (via books-n-quotes)

“I need to say this because you deserve this because I can’t lose you you walked into and found me spiraling and you saved my life with the way you see the best and worst parts of me you are sharp and strong and the bravest person I’ve ever known and you know how much I hate making choices but somehow choosing you, every single time was easy because you looked at me and I could suddenly breath”

— I had spent my life drowning by Abby S

“Where can I put everything you did to me down? I don’t want to carry it anymore.”

— You can’t be done with someone who can still make you angry.

“I still love you so much. But I cannot fathom how you broke me.How you swore I was your entire world,yet at the same time you destroyed mine.”

— Infidelity // Conee Berdera

I write my poems lacking in punctuation because I want you to run out of breath before you get to the end. I want you to have to take a deep breath and think of all the times I had you on your back gasping for breath. I want you to read my poems about you the way I write them: fast talking and full of heart and full of regret. I want you to read my poems and miss the way my fingers traveled up and down your spine similar to the way I’m typing this into my keyboard right now. I want you to read my poems and wish that you had tried harder to get me out of my own head. I want you to read my poems about you and remember that before you I didn’t think I had a future. After you I don’t think I want one. I want you to read my poems and know that they are all about you. Even the one about the way the leaves fall off the trees are really just a metaphor for the way you used to undress me, one layer at a time, slowly, deliberately at first and then yanking them off and tossing them into a pile on the floor. I want you to read my poems and jump into your car and close the 800 mile gap between us. I want you to read my poems when you’re a little bit tipsy and pick up your phone and start wishing you were the one who was good with words. I just want you to read my poems. I write my poems lacking in punctuation because I want you to run out of breath before you get to the end. I want you have to take a deep breath mid word and think about how you miss me exhaling into the space between your shoulder blades.

I know you don’t read my poetry a.b. (via queenalib)