“I left my favorite pair of underwear at your house. I know your mother hates me, can I come pick them up?
It’s been almost a month and I still miss you like a fucking limb.
I didn’t know my bones could ache until I met you.
You know, a week before we broke up, do you remember? I had bought a book of poetry. You asked why I didn’t read something more interesting and I could feel my insides splinter.
You said poetry was all lies dressed up to sound pretty. When I look at you these days, I want to ask if sadness sounds pretty to you too.
It’s 3 a.m. and this alcohol tastes like you.
I saw you staring at me today during Lit class. I smiled at you and you didn’t smile back. I almost cried.
The girl who sits next to me smells like you.
I miss you.
I have never had so many bad nights.
Sometimes I write poetry about you on the internet. Strangers who have never met either of us think you’re cruel – they tell me if they had the honor of loving me, we’d have sex three times a day and they’d scream my name when they came.
They think it is beautiful, how I am broken. I don’t think they understand.
You used to tell me I was beautiful. I tried saying it in the mirror the other day, but it sounded wrong without your mouth wrapped around it.
Everything I say sounds wrong without your mouth wrapped around it.
We were never in love, but, oh God, we could have been.
pls god……don’t let him be a fuckboy
little things that actually make a difference to general life happiness:
•drinking lots of water
•eating fresh fruit
•thinking positively about yourself and others
•washing your face twice a day
•changing your sheets once a week
•hot baths with Epsom salts
•face masks using from things in your house
•sleeping more than 7 hours per night
•reorganizing your clothes, makeup, possessions etc
•keeping your living space clean
to let you
03/08/14 (via be-stilland-know)
“I was so unsure
of how you felt
about me that
I asked you to
never get drunk
or high because
I was afraid I would not
be the one who would
receive your drunk texts.
And it turns out
you did not even
need to be drunk
or high because
I did not even receive
your sober texts.”
You were sober and still ignored me, because you were too busy flirting with others. (via dollpoetry)
“You will miss him no matter
how nicely or how badly he
treated you and no matter
how long or how little you
had him you will miss
him and you will want him
to be the one that comforts
you and you will want to know
why he did this to you and you
will scream at the world and be
angry even at the flowers that
grow from the soil of the earth
and you will collapse on the floor
like a leaf falling from its tree and
you will feel lost like a tourist in a
foreign city and you will feel so
numb that you will have to check
if your heart is even beating and
I am not going to sugarcoat it for
you and I am not going to tell you
that he will come back and lift you
out of your grave because the truth
is you will have to stitch your body
back together and you will have
to be the one that cleans the
waterfall of tears that have
splashed your cheeks and no
matter how much you wish
for him to come back you will
have to learn that most stars
are already dead in light-years
and you have to be the one
that fixes your own gears of
your contraption because
you are the only one that can
swim when you are drowning
in your own blood.”
You will miss him. (via dollpoetry)
I don’t mean to overthink and feel sad it just happens
“I think that if I could fall asleep next to you every night, I’d never really be sad again.”
Midnight thoughts (I already miss you)