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i have been searching for happiness in lipstick stained wine glasses and hazy smiles underneath the sheets of strangers that roughly resemble you. i've learnt that we're not as sad as we are lost. because there's a part of me that seems to have lodged itself in you and now i've convinced myself i'll never get it back. so i go around and fall into the beds of strangers that smell like you, or laugh like you, or have your eyes, because maybe if i look hard enough, i'll find that piece of myself again. but every morning is the same filled with shame laced with fuzzy sunshine filtering through the hastily closed blinds. and every night is the same filled with crippling emptiness pouring out in fleeting poetry and labored breathing. i would be a liar if i said it didn't hurt because let me tell you, falling in love with you was like swerving into oncoming traffic. but i still don't regret it. and if you were to show up on my doorstep, I'm sure i'd rip out my heart and hand it right back to you. i guess i never learn.
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Mistakes Made Lessons Unlearned
i have been searching for happiness in lipstick stained wine glasses and hazy smiles underneath the sheets of strangers that roughly resemble you. i've learnt that we're not as sad as we are lost. because there's a part of me that seems to have lodged itself in you and now i've convinced myself i'll never get it back. so i go around and fall into the beds of strangers that smell like you, or laugh like you, or have your eyes, because maybe if i look hard enough, i'll find that piece of myself again. but every morning is the same filled with shame laced with fuzzy sunshine filtering through the hastily closed blinds. and every night is the same filled with crippling emptiness pouring out in fleeting poetry and labored breathing. i would be a liar if i said it didn't hurt because let me tell you, falling in love with you was like swerving into oncoming traffic. but i still don't regret it. and if you were to show up on my doorstep, I'm sure i'd rip out my heart and hand it right back to you. i guess i never learn.
#love#heartbreak#sad#depression#hate#boyfriend#insanity
haruka
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haruka
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
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