you can feel the stars pulling themselves out of bed – peering through the blanket of the sky – curious, wondering, wandering – stretching their bones, curling their hair.
When was the last time you kissed me?
On nights when you feel like your mouth
Is filled with scar tissue
when your fists are heavier than your clay heart,
remember the broken that does not
Neither of us ever had a first kiss,
And the closest we got to a “boyfriend”
Was holding hands.
Let me feel the pain, because it’s there, and pretending it’s not makes it far worse. Let me mourn the loss of the things I can’t do right now. Let me be frustrated. Let me cry about it.
I’m not the girl people always leave. I’m not the girl who can’t keep a man. I’m not the girl who doesn’t know how to love. I’m not the girl who only wants what she can’t have.
And not much will be left of us
After this has occurred.
Just an empty shell,
And another body to be burned
I hate my brain. But I’m trying to find the beauty and love in it.
You’ll be forever immortalized in stanzas and paragraphs.
A Simple “I think we should break up”
Was all it took to end our relationship