Handwritten Hurt

[handwrittenhurt]

Hollow

I could move out of this spot

I could train my brain to do something -- other than rot 

But that would take

  such great strength

To convince myself 

  to begin the mend

Sorrow feels safe -

There is nothing left to borrow

I think today

  I love to feel hollow

[handwrittenhurt]

Wait

Here I’ll Sit, Here I’ll wait 

What if you call? What if you text?

What if I just remind you of your ex?

What If I move? What If I shower?

What if you want to see me in an hour?

Food can wait, sleep can too

All I need is to hear from you 

[handwrittenhurt]

It’s so frustrating to feel like I’m doing things wrong because the people who have wronged me are happy and I’m not

[vilicity]

[handwrittenhurt]

Everything about you is nice. Your hands. Your hair. Your lips. The way my hands go through your hair while my lips are on yours.

[we-the-dreamers]

I just wanted to let a few of you know that if you any of you who are writers of fiction or poetry (or even if you have a gnawing hunger to read more!) you should try Commaful to post your stuff. It’s this really pleasant community of writers who support and actually give back feedback on any work you post. I’ve been there for almost 7 months now and of all my poetry posts, I’ve never gotten one negative comment. I’ve never seen a negative comment on the site period. Each post is like this little slideshow of a book and they’re so easy to make and coming from a really bad place last year mentally with a lingering depression and years of not feeling good about my poetry, I’ve never felt more accepted or inspired until I joined. I hope any who reads or writes like I do checks it out. Commaful.com is so much better for you and your work than Tumblr is.

Also, follow me if you like it and I’ll follow back! I’m wethedreamers there. Come be sad with me and look at my poetry and I’ll look at yours. :)

[wnq-writers]

I tried so hard. I put myself out there for you, and you knew – everyone knew – how I felt about you. I couldn’t hide it. But you kept sending me mixed signals about whether you felt anything back. One night at a bar, our friends were drinking and dancing, and I laid my head on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around me and wove your fingers through my hair. Could you really have done that and felt nothing? It felt like home to me. A few months later I was at a party at your house, lying on your bed while I tried to sober up. You came in to check on me, and I scooted over and invited you to lie down. You said no, you wanted to go back out and talk to your friends. Then you left me there alone, and I felt like a drunken fool with a crushed heart. Do you really have no feelings for me? Why do you look at me so often with that smirk and those glinting eyes? Why do you always check to see if I’m laughing at your joke? Did I ever even have a chance with you? I’m trying to move on. Convince myself I deserve someone who shows that he cares. But you’re leaving town soon, and I don’t know when – or even if – I’ll see you again. And that realization can’t cross my mind without my heart becoming unbearably heavy in my chest. I picture you ultimately ending up with some other girl, and the thought almost makes me sick. Why wasn’t I enough for you? I know you have commitment issues. I know you’re scared of falling in love and getting hurt again. I tried so hard – so, so hard – to show you that I was worth the risk. I wanted you to see that, and to trust me. In the end…you just couldn’t. Now I spend my days trying not to think of you. Of what you’re doing, of who you’re with. Of whether you ever think of me. I tell myself: I don’t need him, I don’t need him. But I can’t quite get myself to believe that yet.

sittingonthebow, writing prompt #67: write about an almost relationship, which broke your heart (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I loved you, you know that right? I never told you I did, but you know that I did right? I mean you must have noticed. I travelled 214 miles just to see you. I had restless nights after nights just to speak to you. I introduced you to my dad.  I sent you emails when your phone broke. I wrote you poems. I wrote you letters. I sang to you. I cried for you. I loved you. I love you.   But it just wasn’t enough. All I wanted was for you to fight for me. -You know that right?

Munira Salah// writing prompt #67: write about an almost relationship, which broke your heart (via wnq-writers)

[handwrittenhurt]

You can’t force someone to love you

and that I understand

but a part of me still hopes that one day you might look at me the way I look at you

[handwrittenhurt]

I feel like there’s a weight tied to my foot and I’m constantly sinking, but even if I get it off and swim to the top, my demons are floating there waiting on me.

[handwrittenhurt]

Not once in my life have I met someone as perfect for me as you

[handwrittenhurt]

What sucks about feeling bad again is that just before that you told yourself you wouldn't let yourself get that bad again. But then here you are, awake at 4am crying because you feel like death is the only option.

[handwrittenhurt]

I thought I hated her. I thought I hated her because you wanted her instead of me. But, even if you do love her. Even if you do choose her over me. I don’t hate her. She wants to be loved just as much as I do.

[handwrittenhurt]

One day I'm good. Then the next day I'm not and it feels like the world is falling apart and taking me with it piece by piece. Then the next day I'm good.

[itsokaytodreamincolor]

You can’t burn what’s fire proof, And I’m the most flame resistant of Them all.

-r.v. (via itsokaytodreamincolor)

[inkskinned]

You get over him like this: at first, you don’t. his name is a note you can’t unsing but eventually your body gets bored of making tears over the same person who broke you. your body says “listen up it was a long time ago” and for a second you feel whole but you catch sight of him in a starbucks and your heart drops and your hands shake and you want to throw up and you can’t explain to your friends why this messed you up because you’ve already talked their ears off so you go home and have a good old-fashioned sob but somewhere in that night or the next one or two weeks down the road the things that came to the surface start getting old and you start turning over your relationship in your palms until you discover the ugly things you’ve been hiding from yourself and you think maybe it’s wasn’t always heaven maybe it was hell and you write about him or cry about him or get him out of yourself however you can, you scrape yourself clean until there’s nothing left and rebuild from the ground up and some wicked part of you still wants to talk to him just to say “look, i’m new now, i’m different,” but you don’t because you’ve straightened out the voices in your head and you write about him and make a stupid poetry blog about red blood and black ink and you make playlists of songs you found way after him and you make yourself okay again eventually because the truth is, you were whole before you found him you have just forgotten how to be who you are without him - don’t worry, my love all it takes is a little soul-searching before you rediscover you are better off without him.

For my friend who asked me to write about getting over a lover. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[handwrittenhurt]

I didn’t know until today how much I loved your eyes

I didn’t know that when I looked into to them I could see every single memory that we had ever shared

Every laugh Every kiss Every date Every tear Every fight

I didn’t know that your eyes still made me weak

I didn’t know when I saw them in the sunlight that I’d miss our past

I thought I was over it, but your eyes say different