throttle all the sobs
the knots
the not-enoughs
the crumbs, the problems
caught up in the loss
and thoughts which cross along the bottom
rotten crops to harvest noxious garbarge
starving out, atrocity and doubt, unpardoned
tout the heartless harbingers, unfound
a botched rebounding
all the rot and rubble, huddled up around
the floundered flotsam, drowning
struggle-bussing, cuddle-lust resounding
subtle sinking, drowning
down and out, i doubt the
pound-for-pound
surrounded, shouting, drinking in
the blinking end of all i've found
the idealized version of my tomorrow self will fix this
"i don't even like her anymore" i say
"i'm completely, 100% over her"
but
sometimes
when i let myself glance at her
i understand how romeo felt
shouting at that balcony
One day I will stop falling in love with you. Until I do, I'll be thinking of you.
k.b. // laufey, philharmonia orchestra - let you break my heart again
it was so easy to blame my parents
for not getting me help
for not noticing that i needed it
i blamed them so i did not have to blame myself
for not advocating
for being scared
for disregarding all the advice i give to other people
but now they noticed
and im still scared
and what i've thought i needed for so long
maybe won't work after all
i am shivering
but i do not think that there is anywhere else
i would rather be
than right here right now
playing cards with my best friend
i always thought i was the luckiest person in the world
to have found the friends that i did
i never stopped to consider
that maybe i was capable of being loved
there are flowers on my bedside table
that she got me when i didnt get the job
a text telling me to drink water
and another asking how i'm feeling
after a nonverbal episode
walking laps around the school
to talk about whatever we want
and she hugs me at the end
a million i miss yous
and i love yous
good nights
good mornings
164 games of 8 ball on gamepigeon
and a lifetime of memories
maybe i am just lucky
but maybe they love me
because i love them
“We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve”
— Unknown
its nice to love someone
but not be in love with them
it was hard when i liked her
every text, every emoji
carefully plotted to mean something
but now it's easy
we text for fun
i tell her she's pretty
she calls me babe
but there's no deeper yearning
no longing for a connection that isnt purely platonic
i used to like her
but now i like loving her
no strings attached
women's hearts are lethal weapons did you hold mine and feel threatened
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