exs heart

I think once you move on, you start to see the person as less and you thought they where. They aren’t a hurricane of heart break or a glorious ocean any more. Their eyes don’t remind you of chocolate or the sky, and their presence doesn’t make your heart skip an extra beat. They just become a person who loved you a little less than you loved them.
—  11:02 - wish we were just strangers
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-excerpt from a book i’ll never write #28

a piece of me
still loves you,

a part of me
still holds onto us.
unable to let go,
unable to clear my mind of you.
unable to peel off your name
that’s engraved in my heart
and the heaviness that follows with every letter that falls
all the memories
and all the laughter.

All the love.

Not wanting to cut the cord that
connects me with you
Not wanting to forget
the way you used to look at me
and the butterflies that made it hard to breathe
but helped me learn to fly again.


Not willing to let go of the map that leads to you
cause our paths were meant to intersect

I ran in the opposite direction but
Everything leads back to you,
and the way you kissed me that night.

My first kiss, my first love.
More than anything
wanting you to be my last.

But this time seems like the last,

I need to let you go
because you already did
you
are not there
you
are not here
and I need to remind my heart
that
you
are not
mine
anymore.

—  a stained heart | 02.15.14 | (this-wastedlove)
Don’t do it. Don’t click on his name when it pops up on your feed because it’ll only be filled with photos of him. Don’t look at the girls he interacts with because you’ll torture yourself by wondering which one is his. I don’t care if it’s been two years because, regardless of how happy you are without him, sometimes it feels like two days.
i loved you
through the lies
through the broken promises
through the fights
through MY mental illness
through YOUR mental illness
through fucking everything
i still do
but you
you couldnt love me enough to stay
—  this isnt pretty