I know we broke up
But we broke up for the right reasons
Sometimes I wish we didn't
But I see why we had to
Please don't misunderstand what I'm about to say
Know that I love you and will continue to care for you
So here it goes:

When I was your boyfriend, I took care of you
I did everything that I could to make you happy
I sacrificed things that I loved doing because I wanted you to be happy
Whenever you're sad, I'll go to the extremes to cheer you up
Whenever you're mad, I'd say sorry even if I didn't know what for
And although these things may have their own merit,
I've realized that there are times when this can be toxic

I forgot how to care for my own well-being and happiness

Don't misunderstand. You're a part of my happiness too.
I want to help you whenever you're in your down times
But do I really help you stand for yourself if I'll be the one to always be there? (I guess that's why people have always told me "you're too nice of a guy" when I should've been a good person)
There will come a day when I really can't be there for you
I am human after all, and there are situations that I cannot control
I want you to be strong
I want you to be independent
I want you to help yourself too
While we're away from each other,
Work on yourself
Focus on getting better
Always strive for a better version of you than yesterday

Now that we broke up
I want you to know that I do miss you
I long to hold your hands again
I long to kiss your soft lips again
I long to cuddle with you again
I long to say "I love you" and hear you say it back to me
I do miss you
A day doesn't pass by without my eyes tearing up
Don't ever think that I don't care about you, because I do and I hope you see it
Don't ever think my heart doesn't ache at the thought of not seeing you today, because it does
It does ache
And I feel it every day
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So for now
Know this,
I love you
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I will wait
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I will wait until we're the best version for each other
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I will wait.

It hurts —
My body aches for your embrace;
My mouth yearns for your kisses.
God, I really wish we didn't have to…
But you understand.
It’s for the best, right?

It hurts so much
Here in my heart:
Where you should be;
Where traces of you still linger
In the crevices of my brain
And in the chambers of my heart.

I’m sorry.
I know it’s hurting you, too.
I still love you;
And I know you still love me.
But maybe we weren’t supposed to be.
Not now, at least.

But someday,
When we’ll start right;
When we don’t have to hide what we are;
When we can show the whole ******* world
That they were wrong —
That we were, indeed, in love

I believe

That we’ll find our way

Back to each other.


No matter how long


Or how far.



I will wait with you.




I will wait.

He reminded me of a song;
No words but pure symphonies — 
Only the strumming and plucking
Of the strings of the guitar.

Tragically and harmoniously beautiful,
He was the solace of my melancholy — 
Every part of his angelic wholeness
Filled with wonder and all things lovely.

He fitted perfectly, in my empty spaces,
Lyrics unsung and words unspoken.
And with every breath he exhaled,
He filled my heart to its brim.

Every time you hold her hand
I hope she holds it tighter than your grip
Like I used to;
I hope you see me.

Every time you hold her body against yours
Like a blanket,
Warmth for your cold heart;
I hope you see me.

Every time you look into her eyes,
I hope you see constellations
In the universe of her wholeness;
I hope you see me.

Every time you kiss her with your chapped lips --
Hers, soft and warm against yours --
I hope you taste endless summer and winter;
I hope you see me

Every time you say 'I love you'
To the woman who replaced my place in your heart,
I hope you see me, too;
Because until now, the only thing I see
Is you

She wishes
for the moon
to shine radiance
upon her
jaded skin

She wishes
for the sun
to burn roses
upon her
sharp cheeks

She wishes
for the stars
to shine glitters
into her
bloodshot eyes

She wishes
for him
to find
her beautiful

There’s something about
The way the candles
reflect on your tan body —
The way the warmth
And the dance of the fire
Makes everything about you
So appetizing;
So appealing.
There’s something about
The orange of your skin
And the rosy scent of it
That allures me
In the most lustful
And loving way —
In the most shallow
And meaningful way.

You can bleach your hair
Or cut it off with a butcher knife
All of this done by candle light,
In the middle of the night

Get him just drunk enough
On perfume liquors in the backyard
And whisper little things about
The parts of you made of glass

Trace his name across
Your open veins in vibrant reds
Mailing him dim lit photos
Of  scar tissue evidence

Crash your car into the drive-in movie screen
Think about how things could have been
If you never let it slip
That you dreamt of his top lip