I know shits different now but I hope you’re well and you’ll always have a special place in my heart and I know that doesn’t mean much to you because your heart is sitting in the corner of my room where you left it.
I know it’s different between us now and you don’t understand why I walked away but you deserve someone who can love you as much as you love me.
When shit hits the fan I know you expect me to stay and work through it with you, but darling I’m a runner and I’ll always be looking for a way out.
I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed but thank you for loving me.
My mom warned me
about the guys that steal
your purse or grab you from behind and into an alley.
But she never told me
about the ones that would
kiss me so hard it’d leave bruises
or tell me sweet lies, like
“you’re the only one for me.”
She never warned me about the one
I’d fall in love with.
I kept drinking because it was the only time I felt alive.
I kept drinking because I needed to stop thinking of jumping off the edge.
I wanted to drown myself in something other than the melancholy feeling that surrounded me.
I kept drinking to forget about the scars that covered my body, sometimes I think there’s more scar than skin.
I kept drinking to forget all the places his hands had been even though I said no.
I kept drinking because sometimes I didn’t want to feel alive, I wanted numbness. I wanted to feel numb and blurry all over.
I am so deeply in love with you that my chest hurts when I’m not near you and I can’t stop the tears from rolling when I imagine you with someone else. I have been madly in love with you since the day you ran into me. Bloody lip with the look of death in your eyes, I fell for you.