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Hal Aug 2016
You'll never know how much I wish that you could glance at the person in the mirror and see all the beautiful little things about yourself. Your tiny little freckles or the adorable way your nose crinkles up when you're confused. The way your eyes twinkle like stars in the night sky when you speak with passion about the things you love. Your dimples when you're smiling with out even thinking about it or your laugh that is so captivating. The way your inner beauty radiates off of you, even when you're sporting a messy bun and sweats. God I just wish you could look in the mirror and fall in love with yourself instead of seeing everything about you that you hate. But, all you see is a face full of acne scars, eyebrows that aren't quite perfect enough, a nose that's just a little too big, and dark circles under your eyes because your late night thoughts kept you from sleeping  again. You hate yourself so much that you turn away from the mirror. You don't love yourself, so you can understand why no one else would either, and I think that's truly the most heartbreaking thing. And, maybe the hardest person to love is yourself, but darling I'm begging you to atleast try.
*- yourself
Hal Jul 2016
I knew it the moment I first started talking to him that he was only flirting with me because I was convenient, but **** at that moment I craved even the slightest attention, and I was willing to take whatever I could get. I wanted someone to make me feel special, even if it was just for a little while, even if it was by a boy who never deserved me to begin with. And it worked for a little while, until he left and moved on to the next convenient girl. But unfortunately for me, in the end he left me in worse shape than he found me. I began to retreat back into my little bubble of depression, only to find it was now bigger and lonelier than it ever was before. So I just kept talking to the few boys who came my way, desperately trying to find someone or something that could fill the void of emptiness... Maybe I'm just searching for a little  convenience too.
Hal Jul 2016
I offered him my heart, and he easily accepted if. But sadly, instead of protecting my fragile glass heart, he carried it around in his pocket like a piece of candy. And then, once he was satisfied, he discarded it on the ground like a wrapper. Only glass isn't very resistant to cracks, and after he tossed my heart onto the pavement like a piece of trash, it shattered into a million tiny pieces.
Hal Jul 2016
Sometimes you get bored and decide to send me an "I miss you" text. My fingers reach for my phone, ready to type a message as if on autopilot, but then I remember why we don't talk anymore in the first place. Loving you destroyed pieces of me and it was either I let you go or lose the small part of me that was left behind. I decided a long time ago that I will not tear myself down to help build up someone else. So then, when my fingers grasp the phone and click on your message out of habit, I realize I can no longer say the same about you. I begin typing but the message you received is not the one you were expecting.
*-I sure as hell hope you do.
For the boy who didn't appreciate me enough when he should have.
Hal Jul 2016
You
Everything was easy with you, and I suppose that's why I loved it. There is beauty in simplicity, but there is nothing beautiful about a girl crying herself to sleep at night wondering where she went wrong and messed everything up. There is nothing beautiful about a girl staring into the mirror and only seeing every single one of her flaws and knowing exactly why she isn't special enough for you. There is nothing beautiful about a girl who hates herself because she was stupid enough to fall for every sweet word that fell off the tip of your tongue. There is nothing beautiful about a girl deciding between all of her morals or the guy who makes her "happy". So I guess maybe loving you wasn't all that simple or beautiful after all.
Hal Jul 2016
There are those of us with feelings that we cannot seem to put into words and then there are those of us with the words who cannot seem to find the feelings behind them. It's all an equal balance.
Hal Jul 2016
I've always admired how flowers bloom without any acknowledgement of their surroundings. A flower doesn't seek approval from the flower growing next to it, it just focuses on itself and blooms into what it is supposed to become. Honey, I hope you have the courage to be a flower, and bloom without any regard to your surroundings and the criticisms of the world. I hope you focus all of your energy into becoming the best possible version of yourself. Don't let the weeds around you stop you from flourishing, but also don't conform yourself into something you are not. Sure, a rose is a beautiful, but darling so is a wildflower.
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