breakups and healing

I was a mess
with tattered
pieces of me,
scattered all around
my fragile body.
When you came
and stood in front of me,
you gave me a hand
and helped me to stand
with my own feet,
you said I was
a beautiful scar
that needs curing,
a stunning sun that
was crowded with gray clouds,
a moon that was blinded
by little shining stars.
I let you hold me for a while,
until I finally found myself
healing and falling in love.
When you came I realized
one thing that made me
glad and sad at the same time,
that a person can heal you
with their genuine heart,
yet there’s no assurance
that they will catch you
when you fall
for them so hard.
—  ma.c.a // When You Came, I Thought Love Was Meant to Last

It’s amazing how much I used to cry over people. 
How I would blame myself, hate myself, not think that I was good enough for people who couldn’t see my worth. 
How I never thought I would move past certain situations. 
Then you go days, weeks, months without thinking about them. 
The cuts turn to scars.
The scars fade. 

Just like that. 

Loving you was her biggest mistake. Until she mentioned you, I never saw her even get close to shedding a tear, but once you came up in conversation it took all she could to hold them back. They welled up in her eyes threatening to overflow onto her cheeks, as if her lower eyelids couldn’t bear the weight of your broken promises. See, your leaving wasn’t the end of it. The physical scars are fading, but her memories of you stubbornly stick to the surface. She still says your name like you’re the reason she breathes in the first place. She gives advice to others, tells them to get back up after falling for the ones that hurt them, but she can’t seem to pick herself up off the ground. She tells me that she’s stopped believing in love, that she doesn’t think she’ll ever let another person have her heart and all I can do is try to help her understand that she hasn’t lost anything, even though when she was with you she felt like she had everything. People like you turn love into just another bullet to dodge. I can’t wait for the day you mean as little to her as she does to you. It may never come, after all, memories don’t just go away. But her understanding that she never needed you would be good enough for me.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, “You didn’t deserve her.” (308/366)
One day someone will walk into your life and get it right where everyone else got it wrong. One day you won’t have to wait for a call or a text back. One day you won’t be the only one giving your all. One day you’ll finally meet someone who wants to help you grow in life. One day you’ll finally meet someone who isn’t afraid to give “love” another chance. One day you’ll finally meet someone you can trust with everything. One day you’ll have your best friend, your biggest supporter and your teammate all wrapped up into one person.
—  IG@woodtheinspiration
The truth is that I’m afraid to dive into someone new. How can I not be? I’m still emptying my lungs from the last time I fell into someone’s waters and explored the depths of them. It’ll be years before I’m done wringing the wetness out of my hair, before I stop smelling the salt of their oceans on my skin. Learning someone new is frightening now. It’s not the adventure it was before. I’m no longer bitter for my heartbreak. My reluctance isn’t a decision I made with a sour mouth. I’m just exhausted by the idea of feeling for someone new. Of treading water with small talk and stories about our childhoods. When I think of him, I am afraid of sinking so deeply into someone again that I am lost to them. In that, I realize I am most afraid that I won’t sink at all. That I’ll always be treading water with anyone that isn’t him. That anyone after him will only know how to meet me at the surface.
—  pardis alia.
I think the moment you acknowledge that you actually miss someone is the same moment that you can begin to move on. You have got to quit acting like you’re fine and just give yourself a chance to heal. You owe it to yourself
—  Quit trying to make him miss you back though