I think when you’re 16 you have this crazy beautiful idea in your head that love can make you invincible and you don’t know that it can break you until it cracks your ribs and takes the air out of your lungs.
So you let yourself fall in love and you listen to his words pour out like honey from a glass jar and you feel shivers skip down your spine to the skipping of your heart.
And then, quicker than your mother’s favorite vase can shatter, you’re alone on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.
He hasn’t called you for 53 days, your feet are bruised from kicking yourself, and you’re biting at your knuckle. Nothing makes sense anymore.
You try to mask the pain with alcohol and **** and boys that look like him but his smile is stuck in your brain, his laugh is pulsating through your freezing veins and you’ve memorized every freckle on his face.
You thought love was enough and that his promises were truth and now your soul has disintegrated and your eyes are black because you gave every bit of energy and light to him.
And as you’re hugging yourself on the floor of your bathroom, your whole idea of love shatters quicker than your bones and heart just did.