it hurts. and sometimes you just have to let it.

he said he’d prefer to stay far enough away from the ocean  and its crashing waves, and I couldn’t help but laugh to myself  because prior to him, I dove right into the abyss, collected

I placed my sense of self  in the palms of a soul that promised me more than he could muster.  I placed my love in the palms of a man who would watch it overflow  until he lost sight of

I am the girl who begins again, after the credits roll, fixed between the beginning of a soul, and the end of sentences and words, years and years old. could it all just blend together, like seasons slipping

The love I felt for you  was something capable of moving mountains;  it was everything powerful and strong  – we could’ve built empires hand-in-hand,  raised kingdoms from ashes and

People so often promise that tomorrows hold the possibility of change, but with each new day, I find that one thing remains the same: my love for you only grows stronger, as each hour ticks away. (images

For every night  without you,  blood blooms  from my body  like a flower. (images found on

I think I’ve made that awful transformation  from person to a thing.  But not just any “thing”  – a very troubled and unsolvable problem.  I am so sorry to have become a riddle in your

And nobody told me that, at some point,  I would have to release you back into the world  that chewed me up and spit me out.  Nobody took my gnarled hands and whispered  that I’d have

I had hoped when I showed you my scars and cuts,  that you might kiss them  and find a home within them.  I hoped that you might settle deep into my flesh and blood  so that I might

I could’ve been your everything,  your reason to keep going,  your savior, your lover, your light in the dark.  Instead, you treated me like  I was just another obstacle.  Now

Last night,  I killed myself  – not with pills and booze  – but with sad songs  and old memories of you. (images found on

Remember when I used to hold you  with those knots in your chest  and those thoughts in your head  and those demons that played  round and round our feet  at the foot of the bed?

I knew it would end like this.  I would become nothing to him,  though he once said I was his everything.  “If I once meant so much,  how could I now mean so little?”  I wonder

two kids collided when things felt right  and the sun shone brightly  without clouds lurking beside.  the leaves were green, like the shade of my eyes, strange how you loved them

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Sunlit shadows kiss her skin, Undisclosed secrets, caving in, I won’t say that I miss you, But what can I do, When my brain fails to function, And it lets me say nothing. Tell me, what can I do, When my

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Dreams of you litter my mind  like tattered love notes scattered all across my room.  They’re all so typical, so ordinary – trips to the store,  to the park, to the pool or just the two

4 months.  4 god damn months.  That’s how long it takes to forget me.  To wipe me off your profiles,  from your phone,  from your memories.  4 fucking months.  And you’ve