paris, you and me
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paris, you and me
Writing on tumblr is literally the only thing that keeps me sane and makes me feel better about myself.
The first time I glanced in his direction our eyes locked and it felt like I was the luckiest girl on the word just to have the privilege to be in his presence and in his same class. I was so shy I didn’t talk to him for a whole year like there is something wrong with me. This year we got in the same “group” so more or less we talked a bit. But since it’s a school thing now that we graduated I don’t think I’ll ever see him again and just the thought makes me wanna stay in bed and rot forever because the world just lost all his meaning. The only thing I’m looking forward to is what I believe will be the last barbecue with this group so I try not to dwell on it too much.
P.S. not proud of this but he is the same guy that kind of insulted my hair and then I did some treatment to get them straight
What should I do ? I don’t want to loose him
Someone once said my breasts are the perfect roundness to be taken in by mouth.
Like cupcakes.
Since then, my brain chemistry has changed dramatically.
I didn’t travel to forget you.
I traveled to remember who I am without you.
Und dann fragst du dich wieviel muss ich von mir aufgeben damit du glücklich bist?
Wieviel muss ich schlucken um bei dir bleiben zu dürfen?
Wieviel muss ich von dir verlieren um dich in meinem Leben zu halten?
Wieviel kann ich jemand anderes sein um noch ich sein zu können?..
Why do I hurt myself?
love feels like
pressing on a bruise
to see if it still hurts
like picking a scab
because the pain
makes you feel something
real
i let it happen
again
and again
and again
i hand people
the sharpest parts of me
and let them trace them
with shaking fingers
until i bleed
maybe that’s my fault
maybe i confuse
closeness
with damage
warmth
with burning
touch
with taking
love becomes
a slow cut
so thin i don’t notice
until i’m hollow
and aching
and dizzy from giving
too much
but i stay
i always stay
because the pain feels
familiar
like home
like something
i deserve
is love supposed
to feel like healing?
because every time
i reach for it
i end up
wounded
and still
i keep reaching
maybe love
is just another way
i hurt myself
without using
my hands
Love doesn't hurt. Loving somebody who hurts you and who doesn't reciprocate your actions and intentions is what causes that pain.
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