As they laughed and pointed
I stood there
Half frozen in the 20 degree weather
My legs were purple
and not just from the cold
I acted like I could withstand the pain
So they’d see I was strong
But I guess I was wrong
I hoped they’d stop
I smiled and laughed
As they beat me down
But I’d always get up
I had to
I covered my legs
So no one could see
The pain on the outside of me
So I know you’re trying to help
But I’ve turned cold
Like my body
The days I was out on that field
i miss the feeling of your lips on mine
how delicately you kissed me
always making sure i was okay in between each one
i miss your breath on my skin
the goosebumps you caused
with something as simple as air
i miss how your hands felt on my body
tracing my outline
with the slightest of touch
never going too far
i miss how safe i felt when you held me
and the way you’d gently kiss my head
your arms holding me just tight enough
i miss your gentle eyes
how beautiful they were
i miss your smile
and how perfectly it sat on your face
especially the times when you would smile in between each kiss
i miss the way you looked at me
like i was the most beautiful being you’d ever seen
i miss how you’d point out each of my insecurities and tell me how much you loved them
telling me i was worth something
i miss how special you made me feel
and i miss so much more about what you did
but what’s most important is
i don’t miss you.
Friendly reminder: when people say ‘as long as you tried your best’ it doesn’t mean ‘the best you could possibly have done ever’ it means ‘the best you were capable of at the time.’ Sometimes ‘trying your best’ is just getting out of bed in the morning. Just because you weren’t working yourself to the bone doesn’t mean you weren’t trying your best.
love is hard
but loving you is the hardest thing to do
i know all the good you’ve done
but i cant overcome
all of the hurt feelings
and i hate what i’ve become
Some people won’t believe you
Because your scars are hidden
Way beneath your skin
People only believe what they can see
And that should be a sin
I've always been the one to talk too much or too loud, but in those moments she was there. Her silent rivers flowed across my cheeks as she tried to comfort me. I used to think she and I were nothing alike, but in growing up, she became all that I was. Silence, the kind of comforting ache that sits with you while you’re talked over and forgotten, but she never forgets you. She once held me in her arms while I sat and watched the stars. I saw a shooting star and wished for her to leave, so I could be heard; yet she always found her way back to me. In silent car rides and silent rooms, she held me the way I wished my mother would. Eventually, I learned to appreciate her. I meditated with her and learned her language. She told me she loved me, but hated that I was becoming her. She told me to speak, to be heard. It's hard at first when she is all you know, but I wanted to be heard. I wanted to be seen. So I became louder and louder and she cheered me on from the quiet corners of every room
Be my Romeo
I’ll be your Juliet
Let’s get married and run away
Finish their story
Let our love be seen in all its glory
We’ll live in our own secret world
We’ll forget our names and who we were
Let us be so in love
That we are no longer two
But one
Let our story be read by scholars and in schools
Let us be martyrs for a force stronger than any god we’ve ever known
My Romeo, let us be martyrs for a love stronger than what anyone’s seen before.
it’s a rare light, that I chase to the end.
it’s a rare book, that i read to the end.
fires trickle through my veins
fires i know i have lit
the ache in my bones weigh me down
no matter how light i make myself
feeling the weakness in my heart
barely pumping blood to my torn body
and yet i still smile
because this is the way,
the only way they’ll love me.
the cycle starts again.
why do i keep messing up?
just stick to the plan.
learn to stop talking.
you have to stick to the plan.
stop hurting the people you love.
stick to the plan.
jesus, have some self control.
stick to the plan.
you’ve been this way for so long,
why can’t you stick to the plan?
what’s wrong with your brain?
can’t you just stick to the plan?
you promised yourself you’d stop,
just stick to the plan.
it’s really not that hard.
stick to the plan.
you’re not trying hard enough to fix yourself.
if you’d just stick to the plan,
you wouldn’t be stuck in these problems.
stick. to. the. plan.
- a girl with no self-control. who acts on impulse even when she knows it’s wrong; who doesn’t know how to describe the way she feels; she never knows when to stop and god does she wish she did.
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