Divergent

I got a war in my mind, and its time to share it with the world,,

[anonymousaria]

I listen to music about love and I think of you so I shut it off. I watch a movie where the two main characters carry a thirst for each other, and before they kiss I shut it off. At night the darkness reminds me that I carry you in my wolf throat, a stone I can’t swallow, a howl that removes my skin. So I keep the light on. But I turn off happy. Turn off hope. Turn off laughing like I mean it. Turn into a bird banging myself against the same pane of glass: he won’t come back, he won’t come back.

rid

[anonymousaria]

There’s pieces of me you never gave back. There are nights that I can’t think about without flinching. Mornings I have to draw over in black marker. What if nobody ever looks at me like you did. What if I never find those secrets again. What if I am never whole again.

rid

[anonymousaria]

tomorrow in the woodsmoke of her body don’t you dare remember me. don’t you dare. you better love her until your fingers bleed. she is good. she is better than me. and she doesn’t deserve to have her heart torn to pieces because she trusted you. i look at her and see a mirror. you better not hurt her. she’s the last good thing you got coming to you.

rid

[anonymousaria]

when i look at her my heart squeezes into a fist because she’s perfect. she is everything you’ve ever wanted. she’s everything i’ve ever wanted to be. she’s this force of unreal light, a girl who is both funny and kind but also independent and fierce. living her life. being the princess but also being the best friend. she’s just genuine, and genuinely better than me. how am i supposed to compete? we’re not even in the same league. she’s swimming laps and i’m busy drowning.

rid

[anonymousaria]

it’s the little things. watching her move in that dress of hers, feeling your throat tighten up. when she comes too close and suddenly all the air evaporates out of your cells. watching her lips when she talks. the way her laughter makes every bit of you warm. like it’s going to be alright if you can just get her to smile. like how you can’t stop talking about her. “you kinda love her, huh?” your friend laughs. yeah kinda. yeah kinda. she makes the sunset rename itself and when she’s around you the world dresses up in better colors. yeah kinda. a little.

rid

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may 2016 be a year of good skin and good grades

[anonymousaria]

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"I’m used to it" — The saddest thing you can hear someone say.

[anonymousaria]

being busy is a blessing. that’s all I want in 2016. to be consistently busy. get shit done

[anonymousaria]

Broken love..

[anonymousaria]

[anonymousaria]

She was never mediocre, exotic was the only word for her.

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