Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence…
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
It’s so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it’s taking forever to come. Then it happens and it’s over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
They have no idea,
how much you think of them.
You have no idea how much
someone is thinking of you.
And,
May be this way,
we are all
secretly
loved
by
someone.
And,
it’s
true.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so ****** personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. **** it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
"She won’t break you like those other girls will. That’s exactly why you’re terrified of her. She could make you happy. And you know being happy is the most terrifying thing in the universe.
Once you’re happy it can be taken from you."
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
The reason depression is literally the worst is not because of the soul-crushing sadness or the wanting to **** yourself or the self harm or all the violent and extreme emotions that come with dealing with this particular mental handicap.
It’s the long and painful stretches of days of weeks of months where you’re not really depressed, but you kind of just exist. The time you spend sitting in bed aimlessly browsing the Internet instead of finishing that video game you thought was fun or going out with a friend to see a movie or getting up and doing your laundry. You exist, and it’s okay, but you’re not really sure why. You’re not doing anything productive when you have all the time in the world to be doing it. You feel like you’re missing out on life, but at the same time you feel that it doesn’t really matter. That’s the worst kind of depression.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
You call me baby
And I sleep on the right side of the bed
And you love me you love me you love me
You’ve got a smile that I keep
In my left side pocket
And this feels like a long time coming
This love is soft and it’s
hard to keep it all inside of me
And I know you get scared
Because sometimes his lack of love pushes its way back up into my throat and I push you away and you don’t get that
I’m just begging you not to go away
And I get scared
Cause for me love hasn’t always meant staying
With him love meant trying to fit myself into a mold that I didn’t belong in
And I see you with other girls whose smiles come easier and whose love comes nicer
And i get scared that one night you’ll want to have the right side of the bed
to yourself again
But this love is soft and
it’s meant to last
I’m here to stay if you are
I’m here to stay if you are.
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
I write because I miss what you used to say, and the way your voice used to shut down mine. I write because there are things you used to do that still play repeat in my head, and I can’t help but write. I write because I miss you and it seems like you don’t. I write because a lot I have to say but so little you want to hear. I write because very many are the things that remind me of you. I write because you don’t know I do. I write because that’s all I can do about us. I write because I want those who read to wish for us but mostly I write because you're ******* shattering my heart by pushing me away and there is nothing to fix it else than spilling down words heavy to carry.
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 6:32 AM UTC
I know that you didn’t mean it and
I know that you think saying sorry will make it better
But that’s not how the world works.
It’s an imperfect world and feelings just don’t go away that fast.
So either you never really loved me or you’re just hiding it because you’re scared.
Well let me tell you, hiding something will get you nowhere
And lying sure as hell won’t make you happy, So go ahead and leave me,
But in the end you will see your mistake and come back.
But you know what?
When that time comes I won’t be here.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC