#breakup quotes

“We did things only lovers do in the dark

but we did them in the bright of day

Under the warmth of the sun

With smiles and laughter”

-H.H

“I finally left you like I never thought I would”

-Day 588

You win the most when the cards you hold are worth folding but you take the risk

It’s not about him, I genuinely don’t even want him anymore. It’s about me- like why I wasn’t good enough and what I did wrong. Why is she worth showing off and posting pictures of and changing for but I wasn’t? Why was I hidden and why does she get to meet his mom? Why wouldn’t he do the things I begged him for but now he does them for her voluntarily?

I’ve thought about it for months and the best I can come up with besides the fact that I simply wasn’t worth it is that he knew he would be wasting his efforts on someone he couldn’t keep forever. Because we’re often better than the men who leave us, and maybe we don’t give them enough credit for being able to see that.

If I stayed with my ex, I would be married with kids right now and honestly I would be really happy, I know that. But I wouldn’t have met you or your sister or my neighbors or any of the guys I’ve dated in the past 5 years or any of the people I consider my best friends right now. And there are thousands of pictures I wouldn’t have taken and memories I wouldn’t have made and trips I wouldn’t have gone on and favorite outfits I wouldn’t have bought. And I wouldn’t live in this apartment and I wouldn’t have taken this job. I was so close to my entire life being completely different. My life that I’m in love with almost didn’t exist. That’s why I’m thankful for that breakup and all the worst moments of my life. Because I wouldn’t have what I have right now without every decision I’ve made leading up to today, even the bad ones.

i-wrotethisforme:

For anyone trying to get over someone right now:

• It’s possible for you to be happy without him because you were happy before him
• Think about all the people you’ve felt this way about in the past and how little you care about them now
• People make time for what they want to make time for and you don’t deserve anything less than first place
• Remember when you had to convince yourself he was good enough for you?
• Think about all the things you loved doing with him and ask yourself if you could be just as happy doing those same things with someone else (someone better)
• Shift your energy to something else- everytime you start thinking about him open a book or start a yoga class or cook
• Just because it was comfortable doesn’t mean it was meant to be
• Write down all the things you hated about him- literally every little thing that annoyed you. Then burn it along with any pictures of him you have
• Write down all the things you think he’s going to miss about you. Keep that list somewhere you’ll see it everyday
• Finally- If he wanted to, he would have. And there’s someone out there who will.

When did I become the villain?

I wish I could change my mind about you.

How sinful it is to wish his lips were yours.

Love will never end well for me.

Tell me how to move on.

“When did your voice stop sounding like home.”

@lovergirlpoems

I hold onto your memory like scrapped paper and broken rubber-bands// You never know//I might find a use for them again

-Junk Drawer Heart-

I hate the way my mouth tastes after hanging up the phone, eyes and chest heavy, concaving like styrofoam. My thoughts boil rapidly; clumsy lines, blurred vibes, inability to process the emotion behind your reverberating sighs. These bubbles press against my temple as my abdomen begins to tremble-deep lines cutting into my expression, taking form with artistic repression.

Every unfiltered word splinters in a thousand directions, your adoration for my quirks measured loosely by your conditional affection. One day I’m bold and the next I’m aggressive; I don’t know how to be feminine, yet also progressive. You ache for my voice and then speak over me like rain;

I’m trapped in your water, numbed by the pain.

I’ve been burning up for you so fiercely I’ve manifested a fever. My stomach turns like carnival rides and this month I’ve swallowed so much pride it feels like sandpaper sledding down my throat. The only thing more deafening than this silence is the heartbeat in my ears. I’ve scribbled so many messages and sent them with nothing to lose. Please, what can I do? What can I do to get you to stay, or stop myself from loving you?

“I touch him to feel you

Nothing haunts me like your lips do.”

-August

@lovergirlpoems

“I am so fucking tired of choking on broken promises like smoke. I guess I should’ve realized- I only know to love what burns my throat.”

@lovergirlpoems

The last time I saw you

I traced your bones

I needed to know

How close I was

To home

-World Traveler

I feel everything

But mostly I feel

3am

The morning threatening

To peek around the blind

I search for your hand

Amongst the frozen sheets

You are not there

You are never there

And yet

At 3am

My heart still believes

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?