I get that.
He left because he doesn’t want to be a part of your life anymore,
You need to fill that hole he left in your chest when he acted like it was a wall and punched through it when he got mad.
I want you to break your bones back into place,
I know you broke them all when you fell for him.
Stop thinking about him kissing you,
Replace that taste on your tongue with something much sweeter than he ever was.
I know school didn’t teach you to stop loving someone and how to cope with life when someone leaves,
But you can battle through this.
You’re probably numb.
Every morning you wake up and think about him,
I’ve been there,
Eventually you won’t think about him all the time,
One day you’ll wake up and stop torturing yourself with the thought of him.
When you realise you haven’t thought about him for a while you will smile,
You will learn to love and be happy again.
You will be mended.
I want you to stay strong,
Don’t give up,
Do what you have to do to fix this.
Stop making 11:11 wishes for him to come back,
He’s not going to.”
— he’s never going to come back to you (via iclungtoy0u)
“It’s funny, how when you are in a relationship with someone, your mind absently notices them in everything and everywhere. Their eye color in your morning coffee, a shirt you think they would like, their name on a building, billboard, or a company with their name, when you are somewhere and see their favorite breed of a dog or cat, their favorite color, their birthday, their favorite food, a song they love, someone with their same name, anything. And when you lose this certain person, you finally notice how much they consumed your thoughts, and it haunts you. It haunts you when you first wake up, when you are out somewhere, when you are taking a shower, when you are walking, when you are driving, even in your dreams and nightmares, you still notice this person, and see them in everything and everywhere. It haunts you, it haunts you, it haunts you.”
“You will miss him no matter
how nicely or how badly he
treated you and no matter
how long or how little you
had him you will miss
him and you will want him
to be the one that comforts
you and you will want to know
why he did this to you and you
will scream at the world and be
angry even at the flowers that
grow from the soil of the earth
and you will collapse on the floor
like a leaf falling from its tree and
you will feel lost like a tourist in a
foreign city and you will feel so
numb that you will have to check
if your heart is even beating and
I am not going to sugarcoat it for
you and I am not going to tell you
that he will come back and lift you
out of your grave because the truth
is you will have to stitch your body
back together and you will have
to be the one that cleans the
waterfall of tears that have
splashed your cheeks and no
matter how much you wish
for him to come back you will
have to learn that most stars
are already dead in light-years
and you have to be the one
that fixes your own gears of
your contraption because
you are the only one that can
swim when you are drowning
in your own blood.”
“At night when you’re in bed and missing him hits you like a bullet in the heart and you can’t fucking breathe, and all you want to do is call him and hear him tell you “I love you baby” and all those times you told people that you’re fine today and that you don’t even think about him anymore disappear like the tears staining your pillow, and you lay there feeling everything but somehow feeling nothing at the same time, and you just want him to wrap you in his arms but you know that he’s already holding someone else.”
“As you walk away I see the fire in your eyes and I can hear the laughter in your voice as you watch my heart break. And I’m frozen. I can’t find the words to tell you that I hate you. I can’t tell you how I wish you would just leave my life forever. And I can’t tell you how much I hope she hurts you. So instead I tell you I love you. Hoping that the fire in your eyes die down, and the laughter in your voice becomes tears in your eyes, and you turn around and unbreak my heart. Only to realize that wishes often dont come true, and hearts are more often then not, broken. And I stand there and watch you walk away.”
“it took a while to schedule you out of my saturday afternoons and my sunday mornings. it took a while to get you out of my system, and i went through withdrawal as if you’d been my antidepressants. it took a while to getting used at looking at my phone and not seeing your name on the screen, it took a while to delete our conversations and our pictures. it took a while to stop reading the books you gave me and cry over the dedications. it took a while to stop looking for you whenever i walked past your usual spot, and it took a while to stop listening to the playlist you made for me. it took a while to get your smell out of the t shirt i slept in and it took a longer while for me to leave it in your locker. it took a while to stop wearing the ring you gave me and it took a while to forget the colour of your brother’s eyes. i’m forgetting yours now. you’re still there and i still look at you and when its windy and raining i look at trees to stop my self from going through the things you gave me. it took a while to stop crying and an even longer while to start sleeping. but i’m starting to be okay, i’m starting to feel like i’ve got all of my limbs again, and i’m starting to feel my heart beat. its no longer spring, now leaves are turning red, and you’re turning into a polaroid that didn’t come out right. however blurry and useless as you maybe, the memory of us still stings like something that could’ve been beautiful.”
“im so drunk i can barely see but i can still feel everything
still feel your skin that warmed when I pressed my lips to it
my phone keyboard feels foreign against my fingertips now that you never reply
i just want to read something from you or hear your voice again
i finally understand what it means when people say that home doesnt have to be a place
because i dont feel at home in my own house
i belong in your arms
please come home”