Shut up, wipe those tears from your eyes, print out a picture of him, and throw darts at it until there’s a hole in your fucking bedroom wall. Look in the mirror and scream until you can’t breathe, blast your favorite song and laugh. I want you to find yourself again.
Some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.
I think people have a certain amount of stoppage. That we go through lengths for those we love but once we reach the end of our strings, we realize we can’t go on anymore. We stop and draw the line between holding on and being stupid. We let go like there was never anyone we held on to.
Like there was never something as big as love that we fought for.
disclaimer: this isn’t about having regrets. this isn’t about wanting to go back. this is about taking advantage of the experiences, reliving the stories for bashful seconds, and squeezing the juice.
it may still sound juicy. but this is truly about moving on.
I see you. I see her. Then I remember just about everything of the old times: the touch, the scent, the sensation of you. I wanted to linger for a while but then I take a step back and realize that we’ve used up our chances. You’ve used up all of yours. And I had to stop hurting and losing myself, all at the same time, over and over again.
I had to breathe.
I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.
I hope you’re together because of love and not for mere excuses a child can offer. I know he’s better of the man now than he was when I knew him. for the first time in his life, he is standing up for the family he brought alive. And I hope he continues to be better and stand up for you, no matter the cost.
You were cactus, I was rain. you = needed me, and i, = you.
longed for. needed. wanted. desired.
I was enthralled with your charm and you, painstakingly trailed with my words and the world i created with them.
Looking back, I knew you just made the right thing. You stood up for family. How was i to contest that? How could i contest that I was reduced to mere online messengers, accidental meetings of the eye and nothing less? Nothing less of what we used to have? What we used to believe that we had?
Eventually, we landed to our own guillotine.
Was it known from the start, forecasted, or simply a fact we refused to concede in, I can no longer remember.
(Source: fearlessknightsandfairytales, via styleandstarbucks)
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