“Every time you tell your daughter you yell at her out of love you teach her to confuse anger with kindness which seems like a good idea till she grows up to trust men who hurt her cause they look so much like you.”
I wear your blue checkerboard boxers when the sun forces itself inside my room, a sweltering of heat usually caused by your lips on my neck.
Understand that they are your ex now for a reason – even if they are still in your life some way, they are now more a part of your past than your present.
When your heart gets broken, time seems to slow down, as if the universe not only wants you to feel pain, but wants you to be miserable for what feels like an eternity.
“When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children.”
It all seemed like a big dream, like the memories were something my mind had made up. It was strange seeing these places now. That no matter how much time has passed, or how far away you are, or how much my life has changed since then, these places are still there and haven’t changed one bit.
We’ve been through the ringer before and no matter how big an ego we thought we had or how confident we are in ourselves, when someone decides that we aren’t the one for him or her, it hurts.
It feels like heartbreak is your fate and you might as well get used to it, because nothing is apparently changing.
I don’t want to be put back on depression medicine again. It makes you feel numb and out of it. It makes you stare into space and forget where you even are. It makes you sleepy and it makes you not hungry.
You’ve spent so many sleepless nights, shed buckets of tears and yet it won’t change the fact that your relationship has finally come to an end. It’s hard to accept the truth and it’s easier to deny things.