Some day you will meet someone and everything you thought was true won't matter. It won't matter that you think you're not good enough or not attractive enough or not smart enough. Because they will look into your eyes and feel as if they no longer need the sun. Because you alone hold all the light and warmth they may ever need. You will be enough. You will be beautiful. And you will learn to love them by learning to love yourself. Hold onto that.

One day you will meet someone. And they will turn your whole world upside down. Their habits and hobbies will make sense to you, even if they never did before. The smallest things will remind you of them and you will fall in love without even meaning to. It will feel like your whole body is on fire every time you hear their voice or feel their touch. You’ll dream of them constantly and it won’t bother you. All your plans of the future will include them. You won’t be able to imagine a life without them and you won’t remember life before them. You will see the universe in their eyes and everything about them will excite you.
And then one day, out of the blue, one of you will wake up and suddenly all the love songs will seem cheesy and overrated. All the things you loved about them stop making sense, and you won’t know why. Talking to them at the end of the day doesn’t take priority anymore and they won’t know how to brighten you up as they did before. Dreaming of them will become another reason you didn’t get any rest during the night. The love will fade for one of you and there is nothing the other can say or do to stop it.
And the saddest part? You will lose them. You will lose the person who gave you a new outlook on life, the person who taught you what love meant. And at the end of every day you’ll look back and wonder why. And it’ll hurt. It’ll hurt so bad that you’ll want to rip your heart out. It’ll hurt so bad that you’ll want to hurt them back. It’ll hurt so bad that you’ll never be the same again.
You never stop loving them. You never forget the way they made you feel. Every night you’ll wish you could call them, tell them. Tell them anything. Anything. Just to hear their voice again. But it’ll be too late, because they’re gone and there’s nothing you can do about it. All you can do is be happy that they’re happy and hope that one day you’re as lucky as they were to be able to let go of the person who made you feel nothing and everything all at once.
I’ll never stop loving you, and I will never top missing you. But I know you’re happy, and that’s more than I could ever want for you. I just wish you were still happy with me.

Your friendship is like a kiss of death
It is better in the beginning
But slowly poisoning me with your affection.

And when I cling to you for strength
And when I need your breath in me
You silently draw away and leave me.

Better put a sting on my tongue
And punch me on the face than
Leaving me in silence and confusion.

​You open the door and a screech pierces your ears, but they're not coming from the old rusty hinges your father never cared to repair. Those screeches are coming from the Rottweilers inhabiting the room your parents once used to rest. The volume gradually increases with each conscious step you take, and as you do, your mind is capturing the whispers of the demons possessing your parental figures; "*******", "good for nothing", "drunken *******", "***** *****" are the offensive terms you learn to use in "self-defense". But is it really self defense if the spewing venom is poison to your heart? It's as if you were a scorpion stabbing yourself in the chest with your own venomous tail to see your ex-lover suffer. You walk in and see acidic spit coming from their lips, and they're just getting burned from the spit of the other. They're playing a game using their words to see who's acid could burn who to death first - but in this game, who's really losing? Are you the loser if you choose to die by the hurt words of your lover or if you killed the one you loved because you struggled to find the words to say you did? You were hurt and you loved them to death - but then you actually killed them. You killed them and now the person you learned to love is gone forever. Now you're dealt with a bad card; you have to learn to love the monster you've mistakenly created. Learn to love the sound of your skin sizzling at the touch of the acid sent from its lips. Learn to love the way it holds your heart in its meaty hands, and squeezes it too hard from the rage. Learn to love the sensation of the fallout: internal bleeding. Learn to love the pain and spread the joy! Show your kids the true meaning of a family portrait, it will then live on for generations to come.

today was the day I was getting you back.
nothing was going stop me this time.
everything was perfect.
it rained just like it did on our first day.
I had a white shirt on,
just like the one I wore that day, just like it.
everything was perfect.

as the rain fell from the sky all I cared about was you.
not if it was going to rain harder
nor if it was going to lighten up.
the only thought in my mind was... you.

I kissed you.
and I loved it.
God I loved it.
I loved every minute, every second.
I  loved the way you tasted.
how your lips felt on mine
how we were in perfect harmony with each other.
it was amazing.

then reality hit.
and she spoke.
she didn't want what I wanted..
she didn't want me the way I wanted her.
I didn't know her for long but I was broken
it wasn't suppose to hurt this much.
why does it hurt..