Look at me and tell me you don’t feel anything. See me smiling and tell me it doesn’t hurt. Know I’m not writing about you and tell me you’re still the same person you were a moment ago. Go ahead. You can tell me what you want because I’ll know what you mean. That’s the thing about a person who used to love you. They get in your head, take off their shoes and get comfortable. Tell me you don’t miss me. You do.
I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
Don’t make me love you like that.
Don’t make me love you with an empty stomach
so hungry I grow my teeth into nails
just to leave wounds so deep
you no longer call them love bites.
I don’t want you to become a poem.
Here is simple. Here is happiness spelled backwards
it turns into your laugh even without a punchline.
Here is a word and another I couldn’t even place right
in a sentence because your eyes are on me.
And darling, they are bees. They are bees
feeding on the pollen of my skin like I have plenty.
Don’t make me have you, I get scared of losing.
This love is a punch on a wall. Its either
swallowing your hand until your heart beats slower,
or cracking into cement ripple when I finally let you go.
It is not that much, I know
but I promise you its enough, its whole.
baby, go home. he’s seen somebody else’s eyes and fallen into them.
i know it hurts in places you can’t touch, i know the sky feels darker for it. but he’s loved somebody else, baby, and so should you.
don’t stay. you’ll spend your time worrying what you did wrong, whether tomorrow you’ll wake up and he’ll be gone. you’ll try to become better for him when you’re already somebody’s impossible dream. you’ll try to be her when you’re already exactly who you need to be.
people make mistakes, but nobody accidentally winds up naked. either he loves you enough to keep his clothes on, or he doesn’t love you enough for you to waste your time on him.
go home. cry. take long showers. tell yourself you deserve better than a future spent worrying about him.
relationships are built on trust. find somebody who won’t mess it up.
In answer to someone who asked me: “Do you think it’s possible to be with someone who cheated on you/Is it possible to work through that at all?” // r.i.d