How nice it is to hurt someone so much that it breaks them little by little and in the end say "sorry".
It's like the little word "sorry" will eliminate all the pain and the memories of me crying on the bathroom floor, breaking down slowly, until numbness return to me.
When you break a glass into pieces, try saying "sorry" to it.
Did the pieces join together and form back the same glass without any sign of previous breakage?
No, it didn't, right then how can you expect me really to go back how it was before you shatter a part of my heart into millions of pieces?
Really, how?

I'M SO USED TO BEING HURT THAT I DON'T NOTICE PAIN ANYMORE.

You are the sweetest of my torments.
You're the tangible torture of citrus
The bite followed by the ****
Fresh and unbearable in the same instance

You're the lemon zest scent;
Sultry, as I quarter fruit
In my hot summer kitchen.
You're the juice in the cut
As the knife knicks my thumb;
The sweetness meeting the wild coppery tang
of blood in my mouth.

You're in the twist in my chest
That exists somewhere between my heart and my stomach
Both organs being wrenched apart...
When I see your picture
And remember that we haven't spoken in months.

And someone better always comes along every single time..

It’s sad when you realize you aren’t as important to someone as you thought you were.

Everything gonna be okay in the end
If it is not okay then it is not the end.

i find myself curious about a boy
that stares at me as if he knows
i don't know what he knows
but he knows something
i think its about me
but he stares
and be blushes when i catch him
which is quite often
he has big sad puppydog eyes
and honestly
i would like to see happiness in them
i want to see a smile on his lips
that would match his eyes
he looks at me
behind square glasses
and white earbuds
shoved into his ears
playing loud music
and i am curious about him.