You left her stranded alone when she needed you the most. You completely tore her to pieces then got annoyed at her for not being whole. Don’t ever tell me you didn’t know what you were doing because we both know you knew exactly what you were doing. Tell me, was it because you know she’s the best you could ever get so in your sick twisted mind you decided that you didn’t want her to realize her worth because you know she will leave you? Was it all just a game to you? How dare you come in like a tsunami and rip her world apart? How can you possibly have a clear concious? I can’t wait for the day she realizes you’re not worth shit, and stops crying over a boy who isn’t worth a tear. She has this unique beauty about her and guess what? You’re never going to find it in anyone else. She was one of a kind and you lost her.
Lyrics of All Eyes On You by Alice Boman from her album EP II. It hit me, really hard.
And I still feel the same
I remember our first kiss. We kissed under the rain. It was raining so hard but we didn’t care. It was the sweetest kiss ever.
I remember one time, I was so damn sleepy. I fell asleep while we kiss. It was the funniest kiss ever.
I remember our last kiss. I wanted to feel your lips with mine, but you didn’t want to. But still, I kissed you. And you walked away. It was the most painful kiss ever.
Every cell in our entire body is destroyed and replaced every seven years.
How comforting it is to know that one day, I will have a body you will have never touched.
But.. brain cells are not replaceable. How tormenting it is to know, that you will still continue to linger in my thoughts.
When you choose to love someone who is damaged, you take on the weight of their past, their pain, their guilt.
You must be strong.
You must be patient.
You can stop the bleeding, and help them scar over. But they will always, always be a little broken.
If you can handle that, if you can accept the dents and cracks, if you can get them to trust you, you will never find a better ally than one who is damaged.
Above all else: they know about survival. After all, they are still here wondering if someone like you will ever love them.
I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.
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