You told me I was just like her. The last girl whose heart you broke. But there is one importantĀ difference. She is more forgiving than I. And unlike her, I will never take you back.
A. B.Ā
āYouāve already ruined all of your chances.ā

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You told me I was just like her. The last girl whose heart you broke. But there is one importantĀ difference. She is more forgiving than I. And unlike her, I will never take you back.
A. B.Ā
āYouāve already ruined all of your chances.ā
Whenever you talk about
The way things used to be
You only speak sad words
And never mad words
Around me
Or around him
But I know
The way you tell everyone else
How you were the one who was wronged
How you were the victim
But maybe you should look more carefully
And try to grow up
Take responsibility for your part
For you are not innocent
Youāre the one that chased him away
Youāre the one that makes them dislike you
Youāre the one that manipulates
Youāre the one that insults
Youāre the one that left first
Youāre the one that begged me back
Youāre the one that vilified me
Youāre the one that wanted attention
Yet you claim you never
Did anything wrong
And everyone leaves you
For no reason at all
But thereās always a reason
So youāre lying to yourself
And to everyone else
About being the only one who was hurt
You say that youāre the victim
But honey,
If you were
You wouldnāt act like this
You say that you still care
But honey,
If you did
You wouldnāt act like this
You are not innocent.
- A. B.
I want to stop thinking about him all the time.I want to stop missing people who donāt exist anymore.Youāre using me, yet Iām still in love with youSometimes I wish I never fell in love with you.Am I in love with you, or with your words?Do you think with your soul, or with your wound?
Lovingly remixed from: @tenwordstories ⦠@radical-mess ⦠@a-softer-touch ⦠@shatteredsolitude ⦠@lxwseptember ⦠@iammyss ⦠(via spilled-ink-remix)
Do not fall in love with me. Do not touch me like Iām a porcelain doll. Do not look at me with pity in your eyes, For I will leave you before you can even learn my middle name. Do not ask where my scars came from. Their stories take time and when the night comes where I canāt breath because I fucked up again, do not act like you understand For I do not understand myself. Do not, whatever you do, fall in love with me, For I am a wild mess, running free from the chains of society. I know heartbreak all too well and the walls around my heart are laced with barbed wire and my shirts are bloody at the hems. But no matter what, Do not leave me sad. Do not leave me alone or confused. Do not let me fall in love with you, For I will no longer be strong because love will blind me.
Label me as toxic (via unknown-taylor)
Why is it so hard for me to get over you when you were never mine to begin with?
-Iāve always wanted what I canāt have.
-m.t.t.
(via mysilentconfessionstoyou)
I have gotten to the point I have always tried to avoid. Itās past midnight and instead of craving sleep, Iām only craving you. Why did I let it get to this?
12:48am thoughts // excerpt from a book Iāll never write #19 ( offdxys )
When I tell you that I always, Ruin everything that I love, You tell me that's not true. But it is. Because I will shred the things I love, Until there is nothing left, But tiny, Irreparable, Irreplaceable, Pieces. Because that's the only way, To truly know, That they can never come back, To hurt me.
A. B.
And I donāt know, donāt know if we belong together or apart, except that my soul lingers over the skin of you and I wonder if Iām ruining all we had, and had not.
Anne Sexton - from Walking Alone (via watchoutforintellect)
I envy you. Because caring less means leaving first. And thatās something Iāll never be able to do.
D.N. // excerpt from a book iāll never write #3 (via sundayepiphany)
I think itās interesting how when Iām doing the most everyday tasksāwashing the dishes, petting the cat, folding the laundryāI find that my mind tends to wander. And although it might wander to a new though in the beginning, eventually it always ends up back in a familiar place. Back to memories of hair of pale gold, eyes of raw sapphires, a laugh as deep but gentle as the ocean. Back to you
A. B. (via shatteredsolitude)
And I will just stay in my bed all morning listening to my own heart beat as it aches. You donāt love me, but I love you. And as much as I wish I could, I donāt think I can be okay with that.
wishes 12/13/15 (via profoundly-moving)
Honestly I just wanted you to put me first. To leave her and say I was worth it. You were the only guy I thought would ever put me first and you chose not to. Now I know Iāll always be second to everyone.
Excerpt from a book Iāll never write #003 (via sam9434)
There are human beings in this world who are soft enough to feel every terrible thing that happens so deeply. And are still brave enough to remain constant and suffer for those who need them the most.
Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
It feels as though someone is standing on my chest and I swear with every breath itās getting harder to breathe and you are the only thing that lets the air into my lungs. You are the only thing that lets me breathe again.
4am (via 4am-reflections)
We were hurricanes who danced together.
six word story //Ā i-will-if-y0u-will (via just-six)
Ever since I met you, no one else has been worth thinking about.
(via true-love-is-everything)
The truth is complicated. Itās two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, Iād know it was something true. Now Iām trying to dig deeper.
Richard Siken, fromĀ āBlack TelephoneāĀ (via weltenwellen)