It’s quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don’t do it.
i like to think that the reason you didn’t let me come back everytime i came running was because you didn’t want to put me through that pain again,
and not because you’re fucking her now,
not because you’ve found someone else to fill the heart shaped hole in your chest so you don’t need me around to do it anymore,
something in me likes to think that somewhere in you there is a boy who regrets the hurt he’s caused and the scars he’s made and not just a boy who wears girls down until they’re just skin and bone and then heartlessly wanders off to the next.
You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don’t. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.