- L.

“People are meant to be a part of your world; not the center of your universe.”

I loved you more than I knew how. And maybe that’s the problem. I loved you too much and you loved me too little, and neither of us knew how to handle the difference.

It’s so hard to write about love in a world where heartbreak is what we all can relate to. But I want to try. I want to try because you make me brave and daring. I entered this thinking love was a scam I wanted to be played by, I entered this thinking you’d break my heart so bad I’d finally become the writer everyone says I’ll be. But boy did you prove me wrong. You took in all my crazy, weird, random and total lameness and loved every inch of it. And it’s not perfect. God knows it’s not. But it’s so worth it. Every second of everyday. You’ve taught me so much; about myself, about what it means to love selflessly and I’ll admit I’m still working on the later, but you’re so patient. I know this isn’t much in the way of artistic poetry, I know this isn’t bled ink but this is love, you know? This is our love story and I’m going to start learning to write about it more. I’m done romanticizing heartache, because of you, I don’t have to.

I said I loved you, and I tried. But I gotta love myself now, and somehow, the two just collide.

As far as my weaknesses go, the only one is you.

You don’t know what you have until it’s gone” Yea you do. You just think it’ll be there forever so you neglect it and take it for granted until it’s too late.

Let go of things when you’re ready. There’s no need to rush. Take your time darling. Take your time.

As far as my weaknesses go, the only one is you.

We never know if there will be a tomorrow, let alone what it’ll bring. So really, planning a future is nothing but wishful thinking and delusional certainty that we will wake up as we did today, to ensure whatever we have planned comes to pass. As we do this, there is a certain level of awareness in all of us that the future is uncertain. However planning for it shines a certain light in the darkness, an unfaithfully deceiving sense of security. Because men fear nothing as much as they fear uncertainty, which truly, is all the future holds.

If that’s what you want then let’s be viscous. Let’s be cruel. Let’s tear each other apart. And at the end let’s wonder why we broke each other’s heart.

He sleeps right above your collarbones. 
Cooped up in the space where your neck meets your shoulder. 
Whispering little nothings that sound like love but taste like lies. 
And you convince yourself he loves you,
And you ignore the warning signs. 
So you let him slip from your neck to your heart. 
Down he goes in a trail of kisses that burn the skin that forms his path. 
And when your heart is a wreck you no longer recognize, 
When you’re breaking like every promise he’s ever made, 
And your trembling lips can form nothing but the sound of his name,
just remember that you knew this was the end from the start.

He sleeps right above your collarbones. Cooped up in the space where your neck meets your shoulder. Whispering little nothings that sound like love but taste like lies. And you convince yourself he loves you, And you ignore the warning signs. So you let him slip from your neck to your heart. Down he goes in a trail of kisses that burn the skin that forms his path. And when your heart is a wreck you no longer recognize, When you’re breaking like every promise he’s ever made, And your trembling lips can form nothing but the name of he who tore you apart, just remember that you knew this was the end from the start.

‪Waking up in an empty bed wanting nothing but to be held is quite disheartening. ‬

Do I miss you because I’m sad or am I sad because I miss you?

I believe in a relationship, if you’re not constantly making each other a better person, then you’re hindering each other’s growth.

So many people resign themselves to ignorance. We talk of little nothings because we’re all scared of the hard truths. They say the truth will set you free but not until it’s done with you. I don’t know if my need to seek the hard truths is bravery or stubbornness or simply a twisted form of masochism. What I do know is that ignorance is bliss, but only if you’re ignorant of your ignorance. And I’m not. I’m painfully aware of more than I’d like, and my mind is like a ticking bomb waiting to go off with questions that demand answers, but that only lead to more questions.