#breakuo

[blooming-anonymously]

on loving a damaged man

You mustn’t hold him too closely: Proximity breeds infection and At this point, He’s more petri dish than man,  Too eager to bury his disfunction In the flesh of yet another woman.

He will ask you to remember: He was a victim once too. But victimhood is not an excuse for virulence.

And, Darling, that is the only thing he has left To possibly give you.

[andthenyoukissedme]

The whole situation is strange. Everything is normal but nothing is like it used to be. It's the same lessons, the same school, the same lunches, the same sport events but it's not the same us. Everything's normal except that I can't talk to you, laugh with you, hug you or worst of all look at without feeling an ache in my heart.

I see you everyday but I can’t see you for real

[rhymewriter]

A poem about the space that grows distance between lovers.

No space to chase We use to share our space,Now it’s not always the case.You’re often a room away,Where a wall has now been placed,Some of our connection erasedPlease love,Show me your face. You’re hiding within your memories,You’ve replaced me with a game piece,To manipulate with your feel sorry for me’s,and more make believe storiesin this game you’ve won first placeplease  Can you get out…

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[crazywritervianna-spt]

Forgetting us...

We thought this was different ,

We thought this was long term,

We dared to think,

That whatever we had,

It was going to last.

You had so many future plans,

We really thought,

Wed stay together long enough,

To make them come to life.

That was so stupid though,

Thinking all that,

When it ended,

Just like the rest,

With us parting ways,

pretending to be strangers again.

Trying to unlearn the names,

We couldn't stop a day without saying,

Trying to turn the faces we adored,

Back into a random face in the crowd.

Trying to forget what we had,

Trying to act like it never happened.

It's hard, harder than we thought,

But I'm sure we'll succeed one day,

When we'll be able to hear each others name,

And our minds won't travel back to us,

A day we'll finally forgive and forget,

And start living again.

-Astha Vianna Toppo

[pursuitofyesterdays]

I couldn’t drown you in all of the bottles of wine

[pickingoutathermosforyou]

Lmao hey look it's my shithead ex

[pickingoutathermosforyou]

I'm trash. I'm worthless. I'm unloveable. I don't matter