Teach me how to stop waiting for a text that’s never going to come

I sat in the shower and scrubbed at every inch of my skin until there wasn’t a place your hands had lay. I realised the last time I shaved and tried to look beautiful was for you so tonight I did it for me.

I have to stop thinking you’re going to show up on my door step with a mouth full of apologies and open arms. My mind is to full with unrealistic dreaming it’s just making me more disappointed than I already am in you, but this isn’t a love story I need to get that through my head.

I used to know what you were doing right from the moment you woke up to the second you drifted off to sleep but now I don’t even know if your favourite colour is still blue or in fact anything about you,

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and they will come forth, later, in uglier ways.

I wanted to ask him if he loved me,“ she said, “but I knew whatever his answer was it wouldn’t be the one I was looking for. You can’t find explanations to all of life’s question in yes’s and no’s. There are things love that can’t fix.

Some names will always taste bitter.

You can abuse my emotions and toss them aside, but like the masochist I always am, I may still find a way to love you.