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But You is fine You is still here You is going to make it.
Flowers on Your Doorstep You deserve flowers on your doorstep and coffee in the morning. You deserve notes left on your dashboard and ice cream sundaes at 3 a.m. You deserve honesty every day and to be kissed every hour. You deserve to be reminded how beautiful you are. And if you let me, I’ll show you every day. I promise.
I have been a little off balance since the day I met you. This is because I had never known what it is like to be perfectly aligned.
I think if you let me, I’d build an observatory just to show you that all the stars in the universe will never shine as brightly as you.
You’re covered in all these broken promises from people who said they would never leave. Sometimes afraid of your own skin and the scars that run deep in your veins. Are you ready Are you ready for someone who could turn you inside out? No one dares to peel back all the layers of your skin All this damage, you’re a mess. Are you ready Are you ready Because I want your damaged skin.
I am in awe of even the way you walk, and yet you walk right past me.
Your heart is the sun and its gravity Pulls me closer to you each day. But the sun destroys all that it touches; At least this is what they say. Life is too short for games unless it’s a game of cards. Don’t text back right away; if you like them, pretend you don’t; and don’t you dare say I love you first. Well screw all that. I will text you back in three seconds; I will tell you that I like you; and if I love you, I’ll tell you every chance I get. Life is unpredictable, and I’d rather play every card as honestly as I can than have a deck full of regrets and what-ifs.
And so on rainy days I struggle because I still don’t know how to convince you that I will be outside in the storm with an umbrella just big enough to cover your heart.
We cannot all be artists and I must admit I do not know how to paint But if I were to take a palette all my colors would be of you
They say don’t fall in love with writers because their poems are messy and their letters are empty words dressed up to look pretty. But I say fall in love with me because underneath the mess and in between the lines is a heart too full of love that would follow you to any city.
You know sometimes it’s the little details that take up the most room in your heart. How nervous they get when you tell them you think they’re beautiful, the way they laugh even if it’s not supposed to be funny, the way they reach for you and they find you through the dark even if their eyes are closed.
If you are in love and the love is returned, be grateful. Because if you take love for granted, it will be overturned.
I wrote this thinking about you and how if you were a novel, you’d be an adventure of sadness and happiness and love lost in between. You would remind me of the sky and mountains and constellations and caffeine. You would be full of pages that make me laugh and other times fall apart. You would smell like history with a worn-out spine and ink that could still bleed. You would always be the novel I took down from the shelf to read.
People should fall in love more. Fall in love with the way your coffee swirls as soon as you pour the milk in. Fall in love with the look your dog gives you when you wake up. Fall in love with the rare moment when your cat doesn’t ignore you. Fall in love with the person who tells you to have a good day. Fall in love with the waiter who gives you extra chili fries. Fall in love with sweaters in winter and cold lemonade in summer. Fall in love with the moment your head hits the pillow. Fall in love with talking to someone until 4 a.m. Fall in love with the days you can hit the snooze button
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But the world is exhausted, and the only wealth we have left is love.
I hope you find someone who reminds you that you deserve the love you give.
And sometimes I wonder if you remember the way we looked at each other or maybe you just forgot. Perhaps it’s just easier to smile and pretend everything is fine, rather than admit my heart’s a little swollen from losing something that wasn’t even mine.
My heart is not in my body; it’s lying under the castle you burned down. Yet I am still here, an empty shell with bloodshot eyes and a fake smile.
When did you become so tired of us? Don’t date broken girls, my mother said. “But they deserve to be loved too.” And so I loved a broken girl more than anything; I just didn’t realize she would break me too.
I count all the days you say I love you and I die on the days you don’t. Thinking maybe you might leave and praying that you won’t.
It hurts a little and sometimes a lot
letting someone in is scary enough but even scarier when your heart isn’t as strong.
I loved what we had too. The only difference was that I saw it as forever and you saw it as just for now. I asked you to ride shotgun with me. I didn’t say hold the shotgun to my heart and pull the trigger.
Sometimes it’s no one’s fault (it’s probably all mine).
Where do I go when a lover and a friend becomes a memory and a dead end?
You are a ghost, a shadow, only a memory. So much that you wonder if you even existed to them
You spend your whole life convincing yourself you are a chapter worth following, and then someone comes along and doesn’t want to read the ending, and suddenly the whole story falls apart.
When the stars ask you what it is you want, why do you speak of a love that tears you apart? Why do you crave a love that will break your heart? Your soul is never beyond repair, so stay humble and be kind and eventually a love will come along and remind you of why you are alive. I forgave you for myself. Not for you. You were too selfish for me. So when you broke my heart, I decided to be selfish too. Selfish in the way I stopped Making everything about you.
Stop trying to convince yourself of the things you already know. Your head wants another war when your heart needs to let go.
Breathe in, breathe out slowly, and count to ten. There is no rule book on how to cope when these things end. You may not feel it now, but things will get better, even if life doesn’t tell you when. That’s the thing about moving on. You are never going to find a love quite like the one before. The key is to stop wanting the same things and embrace the things to come.
I fall a little in love With people who feel so alone Until the crowd falls away And they see you Standing there Waiting Like you promised And suddenly they realize They’re not My therapist asked, “How do you prepare for the day?” And I replied, “I count my lies, find my mask, and pretend it isn’t easier to fly away.” I am no more the person that you left than you are the person I miss.
But it is a new day and I feel like coming home Back to all the parts of me I’d forgotten, the part that I don’t feel So alone But solitude can be a dangerous thing. All that comfort found lost in your own thoughts. It is easy to stay and never return but braver to walk through the tunnel and out the other side.
it’s that they are beautiful things and strong things and things that will always be okay
but despite all our sadness the sun always returns.
Who made you feel this way? Like your heart’s too heavy And all its soft parts Are gone? Who made you feel Like this toxic thing Like no one Wants you And you don’t belong? Who made you feel Like your scars Aren’t beautiful And your baggage Isn’t worth carrying? Who made you feel Like you don’t Deserve everything And you aren’t Someone worth keeping? Just tell me where It all went wrong So I can make you feel Like you really belong
and the saddest part is that you’re so special but you think I’m lying
You said you wouldn’t hurt me You promised to keep me safe You knew what the others had done
Maybe I deserved this
But all I was trying to do was show you that even a monster can be loved. Is that why you play the music so loud? A beat to drown out the thoughts, sound so high you cannot think, lyrics so close to home you don’t even blink.
I understand why people take flight from bridges, I understand why a girl holds a blade to her wrist, I understand why a grown man cries counting all his lists. What I wish for the world to understand is that in these fragile moments, patience and love are needed most. My soul is numb, and I am desperate to feel. In times of distress and sadness, mornings are no longer forgivable, and waking up isn’t ideal.
I keep wondering how sad do I have to be for someone to stop insisting everything is going to be fine?
If I had a list of all the things that still make me cry, some days you would be at the end and others at the very start.
Because my sadness rips me apart from the inside and there isn’t a thing beautiful about it. Of all the tragedies on this earth, there is none more tragic than a person who cannot see their worth.
Even sadness needs someone in its corner.
Everyone has a part inside that aches with a sadness sometimes you cannot hide.
And then one day someone will ask you their favorite color, and you’ll hesitate.
Anxiety is a devastating thing. No matter how many times you are told to “breathe,” it feels as though the air has all but thinned, and despite every logical reason to remain calm, you feel like a ship without its sails in the middle of a raging storm.
One day you are going to look at someone and say, “I survived.” There is great satisfaction in that. Even more if the person staring back comes from your mirror.
It’s 3 a.m. and I am lying alone Because you just hung up the phone
I wanted to thank you for loving someone as broken as me.
