There’s alot of things I want to tell you
Like how I’m still sad everyday but I don’t spend every afternoon on the bathroom floor trying to get the courage to delete your number,
Like how I pray to a God that I’m not even sure exists to please make it all go away,
please make me go away
I want to tell you about the aching that leaks from my pens whenever I try to write
And how many times I’ve thought about calling you up and screaming I miss you I miss you I miss you
I once read a quote that said that if you truly love someone you’d let them go
and if they truly loved you they’d come back
I guess the truth is you never really loved me
I want to tell you about how I smoke until I can’t feel my body,
until I hit the floor and how my friends call it a drug addiction,
my therapist named it substance abuse
It’s just that when you left, you took everything with you
I want to tell you about how I still think of you as my safe place even though that house fell to the ground a long time ago
I want to tell you about the sixteen poems I’ve written about you and how i still can’t admit I was in love
I used to think no one could break my heart
And maybe it’s true
Maybe I broke my own-M.C I was in love
(Source: softlesbi, via pale-pu55y)
