There is a Japanese art called “Kintsukuroi” – the art of repairing broken pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken.
When he was around the sun burned brighter and the world turned faster, he became the center of your tiny world and made it feel so much bigger. He didn’t have to do much, but the feelings he gave you were immense and as hard you tried, you couldn’t push them away.
I find your lips more than anything, but perhaps that is because I am still lost in your kiss, lost in the chaos it caused, recoding or, rather, decoding me.
Warm fuzzy sleeves
Housing raw burgundy
Drip drip down my fingertips
Yet no one could see
That’s not me standing right beside him. That’s not me, and it’s not supposed to be. Not now. Not anymore.
While I still have my regrets, I am also very thankful. I am grateful he was finally able to walk away and leave me behind.
Don’t let your sorrow show in your love handles and double chins—only feel bad for yourself for a limited amount of time.
Remember that you were someone before you met him, and realize that you’ve grown into the person you are now. Remember who you are. Remember who you want to be.
I want you to know that this isn’t a love letter.
I ignored the fact that I was losing myself in loving you.