you really hurt me
i know nothing was for sure and that we were just talking, but you lead me into thinking that something could happen, that we were a possibility
but what i didn't know was that she still filled your mind, that no matter what you told me, you still hoped she would take you back so you wouldn't have to move on
and while that hurts, stings even, i get it, and i can't completely be mad at you without being hypocritical, because i've been so in love with someone before
to have someone fill your mind all the time, someone that although hurt you and messed you up, you still completely want and will forgive everything, i get it, i do
but i just wish it weren't the case
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“How do you feel?” Too Much and inconsistently
we've connected
we've had this amazing connection
one i've never had with anyone else
but now that i'm alone
in the darkness of the night
i've realized that it's nothing
our connection is nothing
because at the end of the day
it's her the one you want
it is she the one who lingers in your brain
i guess that's the thing about us
you can't really count on much more
than just this
i want more than this
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Heartbreak isn’t being curled up in bed crying, it’s not being able to sleep in your own fucking bed because you cannot stomach the fact your sheets still smell like him and you’re motivation to clean them left when he did.
An excerpt from a poem I’m writing (via bruisedxgalaxies)
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So if one day you decide to pack up
all your things and leave
please remember to take your
scattered I love you’s and your drunken two am phone calls because no matter how bad I would want to pick up I wont
and if one day you decide to leave
I promise I will try not to cry and beg you to stay
even if my heart is breaking into a
million pieces
I’ll smile and pretend things are fine
just to show you that I am strong
and i do not need you to love me
and if one day you decide to pack up all your things and leave
please don’t come back
If you leave, I promise I will try not to cry and beg you to stay (via writteninkpoetry)
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There isn’t anyone better than you because I love every little part of you, and those parts are not possible to find somewhere else.
(via letthemdieforyou)
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Tell me where to package
Your mouth and your teeth
your eyes and your heart and
your god damn collarbones
They’re not sure where to go anymore
And the smile I had just for you?
The one I kept for 2 am
With the lights off
in your bed
Where do I put that?
Do I tuck it under my bed in a box
Labeled do not touch for fear
of lighting a match
I won’t be able to put out again?
Or do I rip it into pieces like paper
And let it fly out the window
And the “I love you”
The “I can’t believe I get to wake up
next to you”
The “I missed you today did you miss me too?”
Do I tuck them under my lashes
For when the pain becomes
too much to bear
And shed them out with the tears?
Tell me where you put the love so quickly
Give me somewhere to put everything
you gave up on
So that I can look like I’m good
at living without you,
too.
Packing (via loveserum)
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I want you to know that -
i. It doesn’t matter that we ended. Life moves on. People forget. Friends become strangers. The ones that you love(d) change.
ii. That doesn’t mean I didn’t love you. I did. In my own convoluted, messy way. I did.
iii. I’m sorry I couldn’t heal the wounds in your chest, I tried. I’m sorry for creating them. I never knew that I was capable of hurting anyone like that until I hurt you.
iv. But… I know that war is never one sided. Sometimes, sometimes I feel like I lost a limb in that battle too.
v. When it comes down to it, I’m grateful for our moments of silence, our moments of peace, interspersed with laughter. I’m grateful for your kindness.
vi. Maybe I’ll never stop writing about you.
vii. But you should probably stop reading what I write.
viii. The truth is that some nights I still feel unbearable. But I’m getting there, I’m getting there. Most days now, I feel alright.
Sue Zhao // A Letter (via blossomfully)
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“She was too fragile,” you tell them. “She cried too much. She felt too many things.“
The next girl you love will be calmer, you think to yourself. Less argumentative. Less emotional.
I walk along the river on Christmas Eve. The next boy I love won’t make me cry, I think to myself. I’ve learned my lesson this time.
The next boy I love won’t make me cry.
Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
more thoughts
just some thoughts
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Source: weheartit.com
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And
maybe maybe maybe
this is more than something
and you ache to hear my voice too
and
maybe maybe maybe
you think about me when you’re busy
and not just when you’re lonely
and
maybe maybe maybe
you look for me in crowded places
because baby, i look for you everywhere
and
maybe maybe maybe
you love me
like i love you
and we are more than something
like two lost souls finding each other
for the first time
A.M// maybe maybe maybe pt 2 (via tullipsink)
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Decide
I hope that 2017 brings you all the love that 2016 made you think you didn’t deserve.
Source: wnq-writers
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Neck kissing is like heaven, except it mainly makes you breathe really hard and want to commit a lot of sins right then.
@sexual-texts (via sexual-texts)
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I cannot go to the ocean I cannot drive the streets at night I cannot wake up in the morning Without you on my mind So you’re gone and I’m haunted And I bet you’re just fine Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?
Source: Spotify





