sometimes quiet is violent

“you sank into my soul and found things no one was supposed to see”

“and then one day, I decided you weren’t worthy of my tears at 3 a.m anymore”

I never realized what a big deal that was. How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.

“there was life way before you happened and there will be life after you happen.”

Since New Year’s Day I feel like I really need to change some things. Yes, I still dream about you. Yes, I still think about you. Yes, I still kinda want you back. But something’s different. It’s like I finally realized that this won’t happen, that I won’t get you back. And I’m not fighting anymore. I’m no longer fighting against myself. I think I’m ready to move on.

He wasn’t a bad person. But if he isn’t bad I can’t hate him. And if I can’t hate him, I can’t move on.

you’ll find another

There wasn’t yelling. There wasn’t fighting. There wasn’t “fuck you” and “I never loved you” and “I’m not going to miss you.”