I stopped shaving my legs every other day
I stopped only eating citras and drinking a gallon of water a day
I started smoking weed with my friends
I stopped bringing my phone with me to Temple, to coffee houses, to record stores, to concerts
I stopped ignoring my family and started baking cookies and pancakes with bananas and nuts and apples
I’ve made 32 pancakes since Friday,
I’ve burnt 13 but I’m getting there
I won’t let you burn me anymore I’m so fucking sick of flames
Turns out I don’t get off on pain
I don’t get off on being treated like a toy
I do not enjoy having a collection of sticky notes covered in conversation topics because you never held up your end
It’s true that one person always loves more but the other side needs to give something
You knew this would happen I have to go for my own self respect
I should’ve known when you stopped sending good morning texts
Or when your texts didn’t come at all until
late at night
When your words were always about sex
Maybe I should have turned my phone off or blocked your number when you told me about the first girl
Or the second or the third
But I thought you were worth it that I’d never find a better guy
You always listened you respected my boundaries
It’s probably easy when you have six other girls who will give you what I protect
I’m not picking up this time
I’m not checking your timeline I’m not listening to your music
I’m not dying my hair your favorite color or getting a tattoo
You don’t deserve my kind of love
Not from me,
You deserve a quiet love that won’t take up too much time
You killed me over and over again
You wasted and
disrespected me without even noticing
My heart has been replaced with beetles and old peach pits but soon
You won’t live there anymore to poison my wood
Flowers will bloom in my brain once again
Watered by my own love and confidence
Planted by me for me
You will never see them
Lilacs and roses were my favorite before you
Fuck your daisies you’re the one who cut them down
Look, Lofty I kissed you because, I find you attractive. Because you are kind and decent and generous, and they are very attractive qualities. I’m sorry for getting my signals wrong but…I’m not sorry for loving you, a little bit.
“I’m pretty sure everyone in this coffee shop heard you.” Keith grumbled, fighting the urge to turn around and glare at the woman behind him. It was 3 in the afternoon and he needed his iced coffee, it was too hot and humid for excited college girls.
“What?” Thankfully the girl she was with doesn’t seem fazed or mildly excited. Maybe she’s just as tired and sweaty as him this time of the day.
“You know that guy Ethan and the guy he’s dating? I heard they broke up like last night.”
“No way!” Or maybe not. Keith could feel the small jump the girl made on her seat considering that she was seated just behind him. Why the hell did he choose to sit here again?
“Yah. I heard they broke up in a restaurant. In a FUCKING RESTAURANT on their ANNIVERSARY!”
The girl behind him audibly gasp. Keith rolled his eyes but still listened. You can’t really blame him for listening, for one he was seated directly behind the girls; and two, the drama was quite intriguing.
Requested: No, but @illuminateshawn and I live for
drunk, festival Mendes in that red shirt from Amsterdam.
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“Can I have three large beers, thanks” I smiled,
handing the girl in front of me my money. The sun was burning into my back,
heating up my entire body slowly.
“I just love this weather” my friend Julia said. She
closed her eyes, tilting her head back to fully enjoy the warm rays of sun burning
in her face.
“Me too” I agreed, looking around the festival filled with
drunk people having fun everywhere.
To me, this was what summer was all about; heat,
friends, music and beers. Actually, going to festivals was my happy place, I
loved the whole idea of just letting go and enjoy yourself as much as possible;
meeting new people and staying up until the early hours when the sun rose again.
“Girl, don’t look now but that guy… he’s looking again” Julia laughed, taking of her