gay emo couple

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
If you date someone with depression,
Understand that there are days where no matter how many times you tell them you love them, they J͟u͟s͟t͟ c͟a͟n͟'t͟ s͟e͟e͟ i͟t͟.
They can’t see what there is to love and trust me when I tell you it’ll be worth it to prove them so completely wrong.
—  Nicole Torres
Falling in love isn’t loud.
It’s not a sudden bang and then you’re head over heels with your heart pounding faster every second.
Falling in love is subtle.
It’s small, simple moments tying together. Creating something so beautiful that the whole world desires.
It’s being nervous around them at first and then 10 minutes later loosening up because you realize you can be yourself. It’s not your heart skipping beats, it’s having your heart beat strong and steady- the feeling of ease. It’s a fear inside of you because love can be a terrifying thing, but they end up giving you reasons to not be so frightened. It’s noticing the details; how they act, their favorite little hobbies to do, things they may not tell anyone else. It’s figuring out what compliments their personality… Why you’ve come to adore it so much, even the angry and sad parts. It’s wondering how your paths crossed and why it was significant to both of you. Because there’s a lot of people on earth and yet they looked at you, they spoke to you, became friends with you.
It’s learning to grow. Discovering things about yourself even you didn’t know.
—  Nicole Torres
I mean. In what world do I go to sleep after you and wake up before you?! I don’t even know how it happens. Well I hope you’re having sweet dreams, and you call me when you wake up.
—  Pvris
She says she hates her eyes. ‘They’re just plain brown.’
She must be crazy because those so-called plain eyes are my little pieces of the sunrise I wake up to and the sunset before I sleep and they are beautiful; burning and…almost alive.
They’re chaotic with colors- вυcĸeтғυlѕ of gold, daѕнeѕ of light green and ѕpecĸѕ of chocolate brown.
I had no idea that they also happened to be one hundred percent addicting when I unexpectedly got lost in them the first time.
—  Nicole Torres