I wasn't good enough, but I tried to be.
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Sad poem
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You think you're the shit...😔😥
...Bitch? 😞
You're not even the fart😟
I be going hard 😩☹️
I'm breaking their hearts...😖💔
SO EMOTIONAL I CAN'T ANYMORE 😭😭😭
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You were empty. And, I starved for your love, for you to swallow my heart and feel full. So you would feel me inside and love me a little.
-Divya
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i am learning to love myself again. i am learning to be content with spending time alone. i am getting back to my hobbies and not neglecting my mental health. i enjoyed playing the guitar so im learning to play more songs. i enjoyed reading books so im unboxing the books i've bought but never touched. i enjoyed listening to music so i listened to old playlists that i created before you. i enjoyed going out so im getting closer with my friends like before. being with you cost me losing myself. i lost my identity and for a while i was just someone's girlfriend. when i looked in the mirror i viewed myself as "am i pretty enough?". i don't blame you for my insecurities but i need time to heal.
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Grief is a leaky faucet and
a forged signature;
The pipes froze over
and you forgot to
Call your mom back,
and that was three days ago.
Grief is addictive,
Residual and graceless;
I grieve in place of a
Painted-by-hand
Ceramic, potted plant.
Grief is visceral itching
A scabbing tattoo
Sunday at 6pm
Tumbleweeds in the pantry
and my bedroom
is sick of me;
Grief is opening the blinds for the
first time at 6pm
Because it is better to start the day
Dripping faucet and all,
when the alternative
is keeled over in a parking lot.
Grief is a feeling, or a meaning
a meal, a money order,
a missing sock or a tearful walk-
But I can grieve you in
rooms I haven't stepped in yet,
But I can grieve you in brush strokes
on a blank page,
But I can grieve you in how I cough up smoke.
Grief is regret.
Grieving you, like gawking at a full moon
only to discover it was yesterday,
so now what will you find in the sky
to celebrate?
Grief is the last time we looked at the moon at the same time, never knowing it,
Grief is a leaky faucet.
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loving hurts most times- it's like you're driving the knife into your chest to take your mind of the pain/make it physical just so that she would notice
author: @kanyasstuff 🌻
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Cheers to the pain we chose to hide.
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how can you miss someone you've never met?
how can you lose someone you never had?
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