You cannot rush the reconstruction of a heart.
Don’t try to make your ugliness pretty. Don’t try to turn heartbreak into something picture-perfect. It sucks. And it’s okay that it sucks.
I will not let myself be defined by a man who walked away.
Heartbreak is not meant to be a permanent resident.
And why is it that I’ve become so accustomed
to the thought of my life
without you in it?
There’s no way you can erase the image of someone who was once special to you. There’s no way you can totally forget your past. And there’s no way that my name doesn’t exist in your heart.
I switched off the lights hoping
for darkness to swallow
my feelings for you.
But I was a fool
to trust it.
Because darkness ate me whole.
Darkness made me remember you.
Letting him go is like twisting the knives inside your chest deeper and deeper. But you have to do it. You have to endure the pain so you can eventually set yourself free.
I miss gasping for air but I do not miss searching for my own sounds.
You still cross my mind though my whole being is set to move forward. You still cross my mind as if there’s a force stopping me from breaking free.