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People love the facade of a perfection relationship because perfection seems alluring. What they don’t realize is perfection is terrifying.
I loved everything to anything to everyone who surrounded him. He was perfect. A delusion with a sweet melancholy taste. He was crazy, but he was my crazy and inside, everything felt right.
I don’t want content. I want slight fear. Anxiety. I want a longing devotion for a twist of absence. The feeling of complete isn’t quite pleasing.
I touched him. From brain to body, in ways I couldn’t quite understand. But he did and for him, that was all that mattered.
My months are spent preparing for the fall.
I think if we stop running towards broken arms, we’d all be just fine.
I worked with him in a way where there was no need to align. We felt and the feeling was simple but complex. It was the intensity in our grasp and when it was done, it was done.
Don’t allow people to come in and out of your life when it only benefits them.
I never expected you to understand, but I did expect you to be there.
I loved you before all of this. When there was nothing. When there was only a single atom in the night sky.
He was beautiful and still is, we just couldn’t flow within the same constellation.
You can’t patch cracks on a glass house.
His whisper was the softest sound I ever knew, which seemed to bring the loudest heartbeat.
I became to understand you and all of you.
Loving him made me never want to love another human being.
Some long for acceptance while others fear for anything ordinary.
Loving you was easy. Hating you was hard. Falling out was insane.
Arrogance will kill anything and everything you ever possibly have.
You were like fine wine, but cheap wine gets you drunk faster.
His love was a poison: soft and loveable, hideous yet touchable.
Looking back and wondering if it could have worked eventually hurts more than trying and failing.
The hard part wasn’t breaking up. The hard part is forcing myself to fall out of love with you.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but your words were always the hardest.
The meaning of life is to die living it.
I realized I loved him after everything went wrong so I wallowed in self-pity and prayed I could wake up.
They say if the love is true, then it’s easy. But that’s false. Love is complicated. It’s sticky. It’s bliss and it’s a mix of emotions. It’s not easy.
Wrote you a poem or two. You didn’t enjoy them, but I did for you.
Losing someone doesn’t scare me. Death doesn’t scare me. What scares me is the inability to no longer feel the touch of the one you love.
Your worth is what you allow it to be.
I’m not looking for anything, but who knows. Lightning is weird.
He grabbed my hand and that’s when I felt my heart beat for the very first time.
You don’t need them. It’s that simple. But for some reason it’s complex. It’s difficult. It’s dangerous. We can’t seem to fathom it.
His eyes said what I cannot see.
One day he’ll realize he is and was wrong. But that’s for him to figure out. You can’t change people or make them realize things they don’t want to see.
It takes awhile, but eventually you realize they lost you. You didn’t lose them.
The silences weren’t awkward. For me at least. Because I was there in the moment with him.
They leave to test the waters but fail to realize the waters are full of rapids.
I'm accustomed to toxicity and can’t control myself when I’m near it.
we were justlooking for what couldinstead of what waswhat should beinstead of how it was
We were one, even in the darkest corner.
I’ll never know if it was figuratively or literally when he said I drove him crazy.
The problem was I always took the blame. But he was wrong. But I thought me taking the blame could fix it.
I stumbled upon something and someone so magnificent I was truly blind to it.
The fact that neither of us made sense was the beauty of it.
Who knows if you’re alive anymore, but better yet, who knows if I’m even alive anymore?
I didn’t know what it was, who I was or who he was. I just knew what we could have become as one.
Occasionally we must disconnect to reconnect later on.
I believe we were right for each other, but not in that moment, which perhaps hindered any possibility of a future.
How can you be afraid to live yet scared to die?
I don’t remember his face or the place we ate. I only remember how he grabbed my hand and his voice when he spoke of his dad.