Do yourself a favor.
Don't think of the little bit of food that got on their chin that one time in the little pizza place you stopped at together, and how you both laughed.
Don't think about the night you laid on the roof of their car with them, looking at the stars, pointing out your favorite constellations and listening to cheesy love songs.
Don't think about the morning you woke up to their smile when you least expected it.
Don't think about the mornings you woke up to their voice.
Don't think about the long drives where you'd sing at the top of your lungs, for hours and hours.
Don't think about the shows you went to together, and how they cried during that one song, and tried to hide it, but you held them anyway.
Don't think about the moment you made the promise of forever, whether it was the ring in the glovebox they tricked you into finding, or the slow conversation at 2am.
Don't think about the time their car broke down in the middle of town and you helped them fix it.
Don't think about how empowered you felt knowing you could help fix something with them, for them, and made them so happy.
This is something you can't fix.
You can't fix everything.
Somethings are meant to stay broken.
Like the first place you made love,
intimate, raw,
it's not a place you can go to anymore.
Their love does not belong to you.
Yours does not belong to them.
Think about the moment they did the unexpected--
the moment they ended it.
Think about the fact you were expecting a life of happiness, memories, a family, a happily ever after.
Think about how they took that away in a matter of seconds.
Think about how you still deserve that.
Think about how you didn't deserve to get that taken from you.
Think about how they don't deserve you.
Their eyes will forever be your favorite shade of whatever,
but for their mouth to convince you this would never end,
know it's better you got the truth now than later.
Close your eyes.
Put their things aside.
Trust me, you'll get yours eventually.
Lay down and sleep.
You'll dream of them for weeks, months,
you'll think you hear their voice when you don't.
It's for the better.
Your heart was never meant to endure such torture,
and as fragile as it remains once they lift their foot from the wreckage,
why let them have the opportunity to put it down again?
Lift yourself up.
Dust off your coat, your shoes.
It's a long journey from where you are now, but happiness will reappear.
When you're least expecting it, you'll find it again.
And they won't be there.
And that's okay.
I promise.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
When you miss someone
The amount of time they are away shouldn't matter
You miss them the same on the last minute of their absence as you did on the very first moment they left your sight
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
Don't tell her
you love her
until you're
absolutely,
exceedingly,
profoundly,
certain
you'll love her forever.
Cause she'll take those words
and soak them into her skin,
absorbing them,
and soon enough
you'll make her heart melt
and it will fall
into your hands.
But she'll say them back
and mean them completely.
She'll hope
and pray
that you mean it
as much as she does,
because she's already falling,
trusting you to catch her.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
Writing poetry at midnight because I can't fathom the thought of losing you.
Somehow I hope you find this and read all my words unspoken.
We are together, yet we are not meant to be together.
I am terrified of hurting you more than I can love you. Your happiness is all that matters to me and I hate the fact I am giving you sad happiness, I can never give you joy without the pain.
You don't deserve that.
We love each other so much that it is dangerous, it's toxic love. The type of love that we both know isn't right, yet we carry on drowning in it anyway.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
What if i told you
Loving you
Is the
Most magical,
Natural,
Effortless
Thing I've done in my life.
What if i told you
You inspire me to be
Courageous,
Kind,
Expansive,
Unapologetically me.
But instead, I'll choke on these words and tremble at the slightest notion that one day you'll find out.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
I'm not saying that it's not gonna hurt
Because it does
It will
It will continue to hurt every single day
He will do things that will hurt
He will say things that will hurt
He will
But it's okay
It's a risk I am willing to take
It's a risk I am willing to embrace
I'd lay it all down
Give my best shot
Because I'm in love
Because I love
And knowing that it might work would have to be enough
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
You were supposed to teach me how to make my coffee
so that it was sweet enough,
and how to stand up straight and look proud.
How to keep my room clean
and not procrastinate my homework.
How to tell the difference between a guy who loves me
and one who wants my body.
But mostly, aren't moms supposed to teach how to love?
All you taught me was how to cry so no one could hear,
and how to practice pain on myself
so that when my sister used me as her punching bag
I could show her that it didn't hurt.
How to turn my music up so loud I couldn't hear your insults.
How to fake a smile so that you don't get the satisfaction
of knowing you ******* me up.
And you never taught me how to forgive. So I don't.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
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Yesterday was great
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Sleep. Style.
These are the threads
Of my web of lies
That I build above your heads
Strenghth ending everyday
My common day lies
Spun like spiders silk
Drifting unbroken in the skies
So plain it stands hidden
Entwined strings of excuses
To form a mask from the world
With a million uses
To fake that I am whole
Because I am the spider
Creeping through the day
Dangling off silk as my web grows wider
Trapping all the flies
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
And if I could ever write a poem that would embody
Your love
i swear
I would
but
Whenever I'd try to write You down
And immortalize You through words
I end up with a blank page staring at me
Because my words do not give justice
To the beauty of You and Your creation
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC