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I’m begging you, do not tell a sad person that you are in love with them, unless you truly and entirely are.

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i’m really tired of freaking out over money and school and stuff and i’m tired of being sad and i’m tired of looking and feeling like a little girl and sometimes i just wish a car would hit me on the way home so i don’t have to deal with anything anymore

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i should be studying but instead i am lying on the floor, feeling sorry for myself

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I thought I was so goddamn lucky Lucky that in the midst of busy streets and wrong turns and missed trains I met you Lucky that you loved me Lucky that everyone else was too unlucky to meet you first Lucky that I got to wear your scent on my skin like a little kid wearing her favorite sweatshirt everyday Lucky that I got to kiss you whenever I wanted Lucky that I got to kiss you at all Lucky that when I cried onto your t-shirt you never minded Lucky that you loved me Lucky that I got to sleep next to you Lucky to be in love Lucky to fall asleep on the phone with you and wake up with you still on the line, breathing heavily with sleep in your chest Lucky that after you hung up the phone you’d rush over to see me Lucky that I got butterflies and lost my breath even after all those months Lucky that I loved you so much I’d let you tear me apart But how unlucky it is to love someone too much, To be torn apart How unlucky it is to be so lucky.

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derekkluu

june 13, 2016 11:35 PM

“I remember that it hurt. Looking at her hurt.”

All I remember was that I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how many ways I could tell you that the cold steel against your skin wasn’t doing you any good. I didn’t know how many more ways I had to tell you that I loved you, I didn’t know that you had all this pain still bottled up inside of you. I didn’t know what I could do to make it better and i felt so small just thinking of the mere concept that you needed somebody to help you and that I wasn’t doing enough.

And as I ran my fingers along your healed scars, I wanted to tell you that you meant more than everything to me. I wanted to tell you how brave and beautiful you are, but I could never find the words to describe how you took all the stars in the sky and left them for me to find within your eyes.

It was as if the pain inside if you begged to be heard, and the tiny droplets of crimson sadness had a way of speaking the ideas that words could not.

One thing was certain to me, and that was that it didn’t matter that I cut my fingertips on the shattered pieces you left behind; I would be there to pick up every last one.