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Sometimes holding on is what holds us back!

When you think you are successful… life has its own way to put you at the beginners seat!

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 should’ve stayed with him tonight. I should’ve let him put his hands in my hair and dig his nails into my back. I should’ve pressed my hip bones against him and took out all my anger with my teeth in his shoulder. I should’ve almost said your name and collapsed into an unfamiliar bed. But instead I lay awake in mine, drinking up the poison you left for me instead.

Every single day it breaks me to pieces I’ve tasted defeat at the feet of my demons I’m such a fucking waste of achievement I should put this trigger to my brain and just squeeze it, Tell me what I did to deserve this pain Tell me what I did to deserve this hurt When all I ever did was put everybody first.

“I feel like I have wings, but I’m deep down in the ocean”

Now you’re just a story I tell people when they talk about hurt.

The more I fall in love The more you fade away, With every stroke of a brush You disappear into the canvas, Like I am painting A memory I have never lived.

Sorry if I act like I don’t need you, I wipe my own eyes when I’m at my lowest..

Keep showing me you aren’t interested, and I’ll show you what regret feels like.

Meeting you will never be my regret, tolerating the ways you hurt me always will be.

Your pain was my pain, but mine was never yours.

I’m as lost now as I was back then.

I’ll be the one to catch myself this time.

I kept quiet so I could keep you.

After all these years it still hurts.

I don’t know if I’m just lazy or if I’m just depressed.

Maybe, we are supposed to break, so that through the cracks our flowers can grow.

Don’t chase anyone who has made it clear that they don’t care enough to stay. Let them go, even if it hurts to say goodbye to them.