Will you stay if ...

[willyoustayif]

He made me feel homesick, and that's when I realized he will never be my home.

[willyoustayif]

They say you've gone to heaven. Yet I'm looking out the window of this airplane, and I can't find you.

[willyoustayif]

He was happy with her, while I was in pain. I wanted to tell him that I was better for him, that together we would've been better. But how do you convince someone to love you? You can't. Because when you love someone, you love them with your heart, and not your mind. And the only thing in this whole world that can't be controlled, is the heart.

I.t

[willyoustayif]

Here’s the thing you need to know: When someone gets hurt deeply by someone they love, they don’t choose to not love again. It’s not like they're saying “hey, you know what, I could probably love you, but I choose not to”. It’s more like an instinct. They pull away without wanting to, without knowing that they do. They want to be loved again, they want to love again, but every emotion in their body is telling them to stop. They no longer know that they can or can be loved. They don’t even know if love has ever happened or can happen to them. Love appeals to pain for them, and so they close their heart.

I.t

[willyoustayif]

Tell me that we will work things out. Tell me that it will get better in time. Tell me that it was just a mistake. Don't just stand there in silence. Tell me something.

I.t

[willyoustayif]

I broke his heart, to keep mine whole.

[willyoustayif]

She felt a loneliness she could not describe. For hours a day, she would lie in bed. Asleep one hour, awake and tired the next. She felt as if a piece of her was missing, and she was right. For all people have a soulmate, but not all are lucky enough to cross path with theirs. Her soulmate was wandering somewhere else, with the same emptiness in his chest, this hole of emptiness that will never truly go away without her touch. And the sad thing is, they would feel this way for ever.

[willyoustayif]

I can't help but wonder If there was a book about your life, would it be about me? Would I be a chapter or a sentence? Would you mention me at all?

[willyoustayif]

I have dreamed about bad boys and messed up relationships for as long as I can remember. Fighting and making up, loving and hating each other at the same time. But I realize now, I deserve better. I deserve someone who not only loves me, but loves themselves at the same time. Someone who brings out the good in me, who challenges me and lift me up instead of bringing me down. I don’t want sleepless nights, I want early mornings and long walks. I want to discuss politics, not jealousy and mistrust. I now dream about stability and love, only love- between two human beings. Because I deserve it.

So do you

[willyoustayif]

I hated him because he made me laugh when I was angry, smile when I was sad. And it makes no sense, to hate someone who makes you happy. But I just wanted to feel everything, not only him.

[willyoustayif]

Loving you was not enough. And I have no idea why.

[willyoustayif]

Never ask someone if they’re ok. Ask them what they’re feeling, or what’s going on. Because if you ask them a question which can’t be responded with a ‘yes’, they might be brave enough to tell you 'no’ in a different way.

cause ‘no’ is such a frightening word to say

[willyoustayif]

Being depressed is not a shame. One is not weak, for feeling like you're walking through the fog. If you are depressed, you are not weak. You're strong, for fighting everyday, trying to find a way out, when everything is so blurry.

[willyoustayif]

i wish i could say i always come running back to you to your open arms but i'm not coming back because i never leave although i know i should although i know i have to

i.t

[willyoustayif]

i want you to look at me when you look at her but it's stupid, i can not ask for it for i look at her as well i no longer see myself on the wall where the square mirror is hanging and i look and look but all i know is that i'm not her

i.t

[willyoustayif]

I think there’s one thing you do not understand for you were not tears on my pillow or a face I could not erase you were not a bleeding wound that would not heal you were long and sticky nights a weight on my chest that made it difficult to breathe and I wonder how you managed to make me it feel as if I would die

i.t

[willyoustayif]

it hurts when we talk for we both say so much which means so little and you know what i want to say and i know what you want to hear but all we do is talk talk talk talk cause it stops us from feeling

i.t