Don't let your need for closure keep you from moving on from something that has already ended.

I wasn't good enough, but I tried to be.

The problem with having a tender heart is that every touch hurts.

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 😭😭😭

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

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.

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.

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 🌻

it's the same rain you loved that drowned you.

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?

 how we both end and everything seems alright?