loneshit

I didn’t want to see you again. I didn’t want to hear your voice again. I didn’t want to miss that smile again. I didn’t want you again. But I still wished you well, maybe because hell, what I wanted was not what I needed.
—  Loneshit

Was I just another person to you?
Was I just another mouth that spoke praise about you?
Was I just another pair of ears that’ll listen to you?
Was I just another pair of lips that kisses you?
Was I just another pair of hands to hold you?
Was I just another set of eyes that gave attention to you?
Was I just another person to you?

Or was I supposed to be important, not just another tool to you?

You’ve been broken quite a few times in your life. You’ve had people take pieces of you and leave. You have fallen many times and you’ve been down too. You have scars on your skin and memory to prove so. Now don’t you dare tell yourself that you’re not strong enough. You have survived thus far haven’t you?
—  I wish I could tell myself things sometimes. E.
I’d love you for who you are and for what you’ve been and for what you can become. Whether it be kiss marks or fresh scars or memories you bring. If love means I don’t get to choose, if it means I’d have to accept, or if it means both either way. I will love you still, as I have loved you before, now, and eventually then.
—  E. B. (this could be it)