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tell me you don’t love me anymore.
go ahead.
tell me that I was a mistake.
and tonight is our last.better yet,
scream it at me.
yell it in my face
until your voice cracks.
let the neighborhood know
that you resent me
and everything that I am.shatter me.
stop drowning me
in your damn “maybe”s.
let me know that it’s okay
to let go
of something that doesn’t exist anymore.
hailey m. barton (via hailslol)
Look at me, please. Look at me and remember.
Remember saying you couldn’t live without me.
Remember telling me you missed me at 1 AM when you were worlds away.
Remember holding me under the stars on that mountain when you were so afraid you were going to lose me- because that was one of your worst fears.
Remember sleeping on each other’s shoulders.
Remember holding my hand as we climbed that peak as if it was the last thing we’d ever do.
Remember calling me at midnight for my birthday.
Remember telling the waiter my order because you knew it by heart.
Remember swearing you loved me.
Remember promising you’d always love me.Please. I don’t want to be the only one to remember. I don’t want to think you’ve forgotten me that easily. I don’t want to think you’ve stopped loving me, ‘cause I’m still hoping you do.
Look at me and remember and wonder how you ever could have forgotten, please.
This was an ugly poem but desperation is hideous and that is what I am—
desperate for you to come back. Desperate for you. You used to be the one more afraid of losing me, but then you were the one that left in the end.
Ironic, some would say. I say it’s tragic.
an ugly poem for a beautiful boy. (-a.g.)
Please don’t look at me like that; I’m trying so hard to breathe. I knew that my lungs were clogged with you the moment you first smiled at me and told me your name. I wish I had paid attention to the warning signs plastered all around my brain, but my heart’s curiosity got the best of me.
Please don’t touch me, don’t touch me like your hands aren’t made of fire. I love the burns, but I shouldn’t. Please don’t touch me. I knew that you were out of reach when I realized that your soul full of light could never walk over to darkness. You always bring light into my life anyway, but you shouldn’t. And oh, how naive of me to think that one day you could give me enough.
Please don’t say my name; hearing your voice alone is hard, but the way it wraps around my name sends me down an everlasting spiral of you, when I really shouldn’t let it. I knew that my heart was completely wrapped around your finger when I noticed the melody of your voice on repeat in my head. To only hope that mine plays in your head too is a wish I can’t handle, so I stay quiet.
And please don’t stand so close to me; the smell of you has me dozing off into your universe, a universe I don’t belong in - a universe I shouldn’t belong in. I tried to push you away, hoping that maybe it could eventually rid me of these feelings. But I knew that I couldn’t run from you when all it did was make me miss you too much. I wanted to run when really, I just want to love and be loved in return. But I know that isn’t in our fate, it isn’t in our future. So please don’t stand so close to me. Please don’t make it any harder for me. Please let me run.
I want someone who wants /all/ of me. Someone who can handle me and desire only me and no one else. Someone who sees something and thinks of me and how it’d make me smile. Because that’s all I would ever do for the person I’d want to be with. Until I find that person, my heart will stay guarded. That potential within will always stay hidden, because only someone meant just for me should ever be able to see it.
prompto - 04.06.14 (via flamenco-diamond)
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
(via solytaire)
- me: i'm sorry, it's just it's been a bad day
- me: of a tough week
- me: of a bad month
- me: of a terrible year
- me: of a dreadful existence
Teach me how to brush my teeth and how to
Tie my shoes and buckle overalls.
Let me help you cook dinner and then
Read a bedtime story and
Tuck me in with a
Kiss on the forehead before you
Braid my hair the next morning and
Drop me off at the classroom doorway, where you
Say goodbye and I love you, sweetie.
Carry me back to the car, as you
Stroke my hair because I fell asleep. So you
Take off my sandals and
Sing to me because I’m stirring in bed and it’s late.Explain to me how girls can be so mean.
Hold me as I cry because for the first time, I feel alone.
Grab my hand as you reach for the keys, and
Take me away from this place and these people to
Get some perspective on things because the world feels small.
Turn up the radio when I whisper, “I like this song.”
Laugh with me over the things that
Make me happy and
Cry over silly teen romance movies we watch together.
Wish me luck on that test and that certain cute boy in class when you
Wave goodbye as I walk out the door right after you
Say I look beautiful—but I didn’t straighten my hair and felt ugly.Help me understand what’s happening.
Knock down my door I boarded so tight, and
Find me lying on the bathroom floor,
Save me because I don’t know how anymore.
Hold me as I cry and scream and refuse to be comforted.
Feel my pain and
Feed me love because I forgot what being wanted is like.Show me that it’s okay to cry sometimes.
Throw out the razor blades and hidden pills.
Listen as I explain why you almost lost a daughter that night but
Don’t think I didn’t need you, because I always need a mom. To
Support my decisions as you
Give me space to make my own for the first time and to
Watch as I search for myself in fifteen different prom dresses and
Help me pick out the dress that daddy will walk with me in.
Dance with me as you realize I’m really all grown, so you
Teach me my roots because I can’t
Never forget where I come from when you
Let me go.
Wanted: A Mother. Ranty poem by me because tonight was hard and I’ve never wanted a mom like the one I created above more than tonight. (via shootingstarsgivehope)
- me: it wont bother me.
- me: *lies down*
- me: it actually really bothers me. a lot. so i'm gonna think about it all night instead of sleeping.
But it’s not fair,
you’ve got “I love you’’s
in your mouth, not in your heart,
while my whole body sings of you,
But it’s not fair,
you smoke cigarettes,
because you enjoy it, while
I smoke them just to make you like me,
But it’s not fair,
you give me attention
only when you’ve got some free time,
while I free my time just to spend hours with you,
But it’s not fair,
one day you say you love me,
you say you want me in your life,
but when I need you, you disappear,
But it’s not fair,
that someone always loves more,
that someone always tries a little harder,
that someone always ends up hurting,
even when they gave everything they could.
I want you to fall in love with me more than once. I want you to wake up next to me in twenty years and still be surprised by how pretty my eyes look when the sun comes up. I want you to see me walking across the street and have your heart skip a beat even though you know you’re coming home to me and we’ve been living together for the past thirty-five years. I want the excitement, the rush, the purity of falling in love and getting sweaty palms when you reach to touch my fingertips with yours. I want you to hear your heart beat a little bit louder for me every day that we’re together.
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