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Day 1: I cried so hard that it scared my father; he spent the night outside my bedroom door just to make sure I didn’t stop breathing like a newborn in her crib the first week Day 2: I went to work and cried in the bathroom Day 3: I believed I was cured, now I think my mind was playing a cruel joke on me Day 4: I told you I missed you and you replied with “thank you” Day 5: I saw a picture of you on Instagram and it lit my throat on fire so I burned your love letters over the flame Day 6: I smoked weed with a boy on his back porch and he asked questions you were afraid of but still I couldn’t kiss him on his couch Day7: I couldn’t sleep because I kept dreaming of you kissing other girls on your couch Day 8: I gave you all of your stuff back and you thought I looked like a warrior but really I went home and cried an entire ocean into existence Day 9: I laughed without you Day 10: I kept finding excuses to text you and you kept ignoring me Day 11: I cried until my stomach heaved itself up and I slept next to the toilet in case those nasty dreams came again Day 12: since when is heartbreak so goddam romantic? There’s nothing pretty about losing feeling in my knuckles after squeezing my hands so tight to keep from texting you Day 13: I could never squeeze them tight enough; I could never have imagined that you would be so good at letting me fade Day 14: the doubt makes my spine feel less like vertebrae and more like a giant icicle (you never loved me) Day 15: I found out you had replaced me and it flicked at my bruises but my ribs didn’t break Day 16: I told everyone about you and they said you were stupid for leaving but I think you were stupid for staying the first time you sliced my heart on the side of the road Day 17: I didn’t think about you for an entire night because I was drunk in bed with someone else Day 18: what color are your eyes? How big are your hands? Where was that freckle on your face I used to look at while you slept? Day 19: sometimes all I feel in my chest is my heart trying to break out of its cage I think it’s tired of everything I have put it through Day 20: I’m sorry I couldn’t ignore your birthday; I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry Day 21: this was a shitty poem about a shitty person but I don’t think of you so much anymore, I don’t think of you so much anymore

they say it takes 21 days to break a habit (via khanti-karuna)

Kind of sucks doesn't? How you can go hours, days, years loving someone. Knowing there's a chance you can get hurt, but you still do it. You still love them. No one knows what goes on in their mind, yet we still do it. Well all do it. Fall in love with someone not know who they are talking to, texting, messaging, meeting up with. Not know who they are telling they love them. Not know if they actually love you. It sucks. Because I loved you and she did too. It sucks that I had to walk in, that I had to see it all happen. What's worse is that she knew. She knew and she still went through this with you. All while I was loving you.

#hurt

emeraldjade

“I got it! I got it!”

GO, BABY! YES, YOU DO! YOU GOT IT! Look at him go, y’all. omg.

raimondomark-deactivated2018030

This is quite possibly my favorite thing I’ve seen on the Internet. Ever.

khanti-karuna

Day 1: I cried so hard that it scared my father; he spent the night outside my bedroom door just to make sure I didn’t stop breathing like a newborn in her crib the first week Day 2: I went to work and cried in the bathroom Day 3: I believed I was cured, now I think my mind was playing a cruel joke on me Day 4: I told you I missed you and you replied with “thank you” Day 5: I saw a picture of you on Instagram and it lit my throat on fire so I burned your love letters over the flame Day 6: I smoked weed with a boy on his back porch and he asked questions you were afraid of but still I couldn’t kiss him on his couch Day7: I couldn’t sleep because I kept dreaming of you kissing other girls on your couch Day 8: I gave you all of your stuff back and you thought I looked like a warrior but really I went home and cried an entire ocean into existence Day 9: I laughed without you Day 10: I kept finding excuses to text you and you kept ignoring me Day 11: I cried until my stomach heaved itself up and I slept next to the toilet in case those nasty dreams came again Day 12: since when is heartbreak so goddam romantic? There’s nothing pretty about losing feeling in my knuckles after squeezing my hands so tight to keep from texting you Day 13: I could never squeeze them tight enough; I could never have imagined that you would be so good at letting me fade Day 14: the doubt makes my spine feel less like vertebrae and more like a giant icicle (you never loved me) Day 15: I found out you had replaced me and it flicked at my bruises but my ribs didn’t break Day 16: I told everyone about you and they said you were stupid for leaving but I think you were stupid for staying the first time you sliced my heart on the side of the road Day 17: I didn’t think about you for an entire night because I was drunk in bed with someone else Day 18: what color are your eyes? How big are your hands? Where was that freckle on your face I used to look at while you slept? Day 19: sometimes all I feel in my chest is my heart trying to break out of its cage I think it’s tired of everything I have put it through Day 20: I’m sorry I couldn’t ignore your birthday; I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry Day 21: this was a shitty poem about a shitty person but I don’t think of you so much anymore, I don’t think of you so much anymore

they say it takes 21 days to break a habit (via khanti-karuna)