maybe if i were a gymnast, i could rub my hands with chalk so that everything that i once knew and all the memories that i held on to ... won’t slip away from my hands
my heart feels empty because he moved on from the feelings he had for me; and these are feelings i keep to myself hoping one day, i won’t have to imagine what we could’ve been. hoping one day i won’t have to pretend about my happiness for him. hoping one day, i stop longing for someone that doesn’t belong to me.
When I say that you are my Sun, I don’t mean that you are Luminous, Brilliant, Gilded, Beautiful, Bold, Warm, Or even the center of my universe. I simply mean that I cannot look at you Without hurting
I tried to hide how much it hurts. The Disappointments. The Insecurities. The Failures. But the pain crept up my throat.
I tried to hide how much it hurts, tried to hide it from the world; but the instant I turned the **** to my own chamber, I couldn’t hold back the pain any longer.
You are the book I hold in one hand, And on the other, a highlighter. I remember how we were told to only mark down the important parts with the neon colours; but darling, I need more than this one pen of neon pigment to highlight these pages, Because your entire being is the most important thing in my life.