#heartache
It would suck a lot if you left ..
Cause I am his
And he is mine
Please. Please. Please be my forever home …
No one else but you
I drive the long way home because I get to talk to you longer
I hope we don’t go back to strangers
It kills me to know that, down the line, you’ll make time for her when you couldn’t for me
And when everyone is gone and I’m left with my thoughts .. that’s when it hurts the most
I can’t be territorial to someone who isn’t even mine
You don’t have to teach me that leaving is easy, because baby I’ve known. No need to scare me because I’ve been afraid all my life of being alone. If you threaten to go, I won’t flinch, I’ve always been on my own.
L.A.
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Baby, don’t leave me so lonely. Don’t carve me up like you never loved me. I swore I’d love you until my very last breath, please don’t end this right here. We have so much more left to do. I wished on every evening star that you’d never turn around and say that you’re leaving, that you love me no more. But here we are, me begging and pleading, and you, not caring and leaving.
L.A.
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anytime someone starts a sentence with, “but you were doing so much better!” I want to tell them the amount of times i’ve cried since tuesday. if it seems like i’m doing better, i’m just holding myself up with duct tape.
-but hey, maybe that is improvement
what it looks like to move on
it’s catching your tears as they fall,
or better yet not having to cry at all until 10 pm.
it’s staying a little longer at the party even though you may see him
(not to be confused with staying for him).
it’s refusing to stay in bed
as you say no to the toxic thoughts in your head.
it’s still allowing yourself to spend time alone,
because there were things left unsaid,
that only you know.
but there’s a danger in doing that in your own home.
behind shutters and locked doors,
the unsaid words will become one with the floor boards,
asking to be walked on.instead be alone on the lawn.
on picnic tables,
humming songs
on drives with the windows down.
you need to invite the town
into your heartache-
because their love is the only way you will move on.moving on doesn’t mean you can’t think about him,
it doesn’t mean you’re any less thin
from the meals you didn’t eat.
it doesn’t mean you don’t look for him in every empty seat,
darting your eyes across the room,
wondering:
where is he.it is okay if your heart is still shaking,
if it feels like bits of you are breaking off with each day.
God meant for you to feel this way
so he could shape you:
adding wheels and an engine,
making you into something
that can move on-MO
what it looks like to move on
it’s catching your tears as they fall,
or better yet not having to cry at all until 10 pm.
it’s staying a little longer at the party even though you may see him
(not to be confused with staying for him).
it’s refusing to stay in bed
as you say no to the toxic thoughts in your head.
it’s still allowing yourself to spend time alone,
because there were things left unsaid,
that only you know.
but there’s a danger in doing that in your own home.
behind shutters and locked doors,
the unsaid words will become one with the floor boards,
asking to be walked on.
instead be alone on the lawn.
on picnic tables,
humming songs
on drives with the windows down.
you need to invite the town
into your heartache-
because their love is the only way you will move on.
moving on doesn’t mean you can’t think about him,
it doesn’t mean you’re any less thin
from the meals you didn’t eat.
it doesn’t mean you don’t look for him in every empty seat,
darting your eyes across the room,
wondering:
where is he.
it is okay if your heart is still shaking,
if it feels like bits of you are breaking off with each day.
God meant for you to feel this way
so he could shape you:
adding wheels and an engine,
making you into something
that can move on
-MO
Dear brain,
Can you please stop picturing him in moments where he isn’t present?
Im fuckign ceryin
I wish i wasnt in love with you
I wish it so hard i almost wish i didnt love you at all
Ive lived so long without realizing this fracture in my heart was there because i never got over you
But after talking with the fourth horseman and seeing you in passing in a dream
It hurts again
How does a person go to class with a broken heart
How could a person go to work with a broken heart
Even if it’s just a little broken
It feels so awful, hurts so much
“Growing up is so much worse than anyone could ever warned about”
Once, just once, I want to feel the love I give. I just want to be loved back.
