Cupid Carries A Gun

[somepiecesofmyheartandsoul-deac]

I have a terrible habit of holding onto hearts too tightly. Until they break. Until the tiny shards pierce into my flesh. Until there is nothing but a massacre left.

Lukas W. // Massacre (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)

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[marleymtz08]

I wish

You know, I wish you knew how much I really care for you, I wish you could see how much I always have. I wish you knew how much you've truly hurt me and how you continue to do so now. A year ago, I would have given anything for you to be only mine. Today, all I wish is for me to stop caring. I wish I could detach myself emotionally, I wish to move the fuck on. I thought I could be just your friend, but that's impossible. I wish you could feel the pain I feel knowing that what I need to do is let you go completely. And how difficult that really is for me to do because the last thing I would ever want, is to leave you like everyone else does. But, my biggest fear is realizing that...even if I did. It wouldn't actually affect you in any way. Because I never really mattered to you all that much.

[stargazerinmoksha]

anxious.

i constantly run out of ways to accept you— is it hate that causes you to be like that? running out of ways to love you, love should feel like a light breeze— or is it always chaotic? five storms for every sunny day, we used to go out and play, but we lately we’ve been staying inside because it rains. i don’t know how to get over you and maybe that’s our problem. we love too much, so we spread ourselves thin. i want to love you, but there’s only so much shit that i can deal with. do i even mean anything to you? do you remember when we first heard that song on the radio? your hair bounced around while you danced in my car— let’s go back to that. i want to love you like that precious moment. you never had to be anyone famous. you never had to be anything, but yourself. baby, where’d you go? i’m tired of making excuses for this anxious feeling. i want to love you, but not like this. sometimes it feels like you’re really listening and then you slip up and we fall back into pieces. is it me? is it you? is it love? is it true? were we ever going to make it? you’re like a thousand unfinished paintings and i’m just worn out bristles. this has to end.

[emotionalwords]

[inkskinned]

I worry how permanent you’re going to be. You taught me how to put on pillowcases quickly, am I always going to think of you when I do that kind of thing? Already I remember you when I eat at what used to be my favorite bagel place but is now “our” cafe. Already I remember you in these silly nostalgic ways. What if whenever I go back to those places I still see you in them. Haunting. What if it’s been years and I’ve moved on and while I’m driving I realize I’m going to your house and it doesn’t even feel wrong. what if I never get rid of you. Like what if even if I cover up the marks you left they still show through.

[rosewater1997]

things i like

being alone

doing things on my own

keeping things to myself

being by myself

no one knowing anything about me

[marleymtz08]

You know a year ago, I would have done anything to get this much attention from this man. I loved him to pieces. But 2 girlfriends later...I can't fathom why he's doing it now. Why does it take this long for someone to realize how good they had it when I did want them. Now that I have the interest of someone else...he seems to me he likes to pull on my heart strings whenever I'm trying to detach myself from him. And also! How is it so easy for him to distract me from what I had going and bring me right back?! I stumble upon his feet every time. I still love him. I'd still love to be with him. But, I know I shouldn't give in. But, yet I have...once again. 😓

[drowningpoetry]

normally i am cold, but i realize that i crave a body next to mine, a human i can call my own mine. i crave someone who makes my body feel like fire in the most delicate way, who makes my fingertips ache for theirs, who makes my stomach feel like it holds a thousand butterflies. i am always so convinced that there is ice wrapped around my heart and i thought tragedy after tragedy only made it grow colder but after seeing my grandma kiss my grandpa goodbye and say “goodbye my love.” as he rests in his casket, i realize that i am soft. i crave a love so gentle and pure and beautiful that sometimes it nearly consumes me with want. i am not cold. i am soft. i have always been soft, and i am waiting for someone to hold me in their hands and think that i am the most beautiful thing i have ever seen and i refuse to settle until then.

[markanthonypoet]

“The Beautiful Truth” is now available in both Kindle and paperback. Link in bio. Love and gratitude.

[wordsnquotes]

Do not call me perfect, a lie is never a compliment. Call me an erratic damaged and insecure mess. Then tell me that you love me for it.

Beau Taplin, “You’re a Fcking Wreck and I Love You For It” (via wordsnquotes)

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[katsavagepoetry]

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[atticuspoetry]

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[markanthonypoet]

“The Beautiful Truth” is now available in both Kindle and paperback. Link in bio. Love and gratitude.

[thepersonalquotes]