That person that didn't want you, love you, pick you for their love, for their life. For what ever reason. That person doesn't deserve you.
Those texts you send when you shouldn't, but you're drunk and your boundaries have slipped. They are not the real you. The strong you. Don't send them.
Looking at photos of their new love. The one that they picked instead of you. That's not going to help you.
Those poems you wrote them. Stop! Save your beautiful words. Don't waste them on someone who reads them but doesn't feel them.
Don't feed someone's ego, and destroy your self respect in the process.
That ocean of tears you cried, over someone that wouldn't even catch one tear for you. No more. Save your tears for those who deserve your love.
This self destructiveness, isn't you! This never has been you. Miss guided passion. The drinking, the texts the phone calls. The modern day problems of blocking and unblocking of numbers and Facebook profiles.
This isn't life. This isn't living.
This is wasting precious time.
I know it's hard. I know your heart is heavy with the cracks it now must endure. But time can stitch over the cracks and pull the pieces of your heart back together. Trust me. I've done it.
Surround yourself with your own love.
Hibernate, metamorphose, lick your wounds. Heal yourself. Take as long as you need.
It's not easy for us sensitive souls. But it can be done. Overcome.