its crazy how i can still remember how you made me feel.
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its crazy how i can still remember how you made me feel.
shorty still full of love but she’s ain’t soft anymore b
“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”
— Ernest Hemingway
My biggest fear is losing myself again.
i don’t think i’ve ever been loved as hard as i love
By now you’ve probably realized that I’ve stepped outside of your door into a world where I don’t end up with you. And nothing was harder that having to drag my feet places they didn’t want to go. I never wanted to live and breathe in a world I didn’t get to share with you. And in the aftermath of everything we were, I woke to the realization that I could have never been meant for you. After all our hands never fit together the way I wanted them too. And you never cared enough to read my poems, not even the ones that were about you. At the end of it all, you kept your word in saying that you had not yet learned how to love anything. I should have believed you then. I should have left the morning after you decided my body should come without emotional baggage. And yet I did not. I let you touch me in all the ways you wanted. I became woman enough for you to touch and sunk back into myself on the days when you decided I was too hard to love. I tried to make myself smaller for you. I became less vocal, started to shift my weight towards that of a woman who gave everything to a man who didn’t deserve any of it. And I am sorry for how much I gave to you. I am sorry for the way your bones crushed beneath the weight of all the things I wished we’d become. I am sorry for loving you at a time where it was not what your hands were reaching for. I don’t blame you for it because you were honest from the beginning about all of the ache in your upbringing and I should have listened. I should have hushed the voice of that naive girl who wanted to fix all you broken. Most of all, I am sorry for not leaving sooner. For trying to mold you into someone ready to commit. For trying to make you want the same things out of this as I did because it turns out- we were never on the same page. Your hands were just looking for a place to rest upon, they were never looking for a love to hold on to.
this is so beautiful & so relatable.
you can break and heal at the same time. they forget to tell you that.
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not to be corny but if u get to see the person u love everyday i hope ur not taking it for granted
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I almost never think of my past. A lot of the stuff that happened in 2015 is such a blur. I don’t remember any good with the people who use to be in my life. Nights like these makes me want to remember the good. I want to remember laughing with them. I want to remember the good, but fuck I can’t. I can’t remember anything good that happened. My heart is so heavy.