#breakup quote

I read my old blog today. It made me realise I will never forget my first love. Even when I am happy with someone new. Even when they are married with a kid. There will always be a part of me that longs for them and that is okay. 

My face has faded from your eyes, my name no longer sits at the back of your throat. Our stories have become memories left to be forgotten. I can’t live with it. Your touch still haunts this skin like a home, still sends shivers down my spine like a ghost. Your words sleep in my ears, your echo of a voice lulls me to tears. I feel you living in me, walking from heart to head. You’ve left your mark on me, planted your seeds and now they’re blooming into bruises. Darling, loving you was heaven. Leaving you was hell. We were once lovers with hope in our hands, now we are strangers with nothing to tell.

Isabel Cabrera

I tasted forever on your tongue, a lie wrapped in lust. A promise never intended to be kept. It faded into a facade, hid behind the hurt I let sit in my throat. You tied pretty pledges on my wrists, wrote your vows on my skin. You let the hope sink in. Let the false future we made run through my thoughts. My heart began to beat for you, drowned in the noise was the breaking. You held me with careless hands, covered your deceit in gold. Our love was a myth to you. A chapter in a book of fiction. A run on sentence begging to end. To you, I was a face you’d forget, a name left in bed. To you, a story swallowed down. A moment meant for a memory. An ending with open arms. To you, I was borrowed time.

Isabel Cabrera

I’m tired of explaining why I act in the ways I do, or why my heart beats in the way that it does. How are we able to open up the depths of our souls to people and then one day eventually move on and forget them forever? As if we were two strangers in the world who’d forever keep each other’s deepest secrets?