"I am
running through
suicide scenarios
in my head,
feeling weak
for the first time in a year
and my father is one
foot away,
sleeping like a baby."

7:07 p.m. (Invisible wars)

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"

i think I’ve been falling apart
and dropping pieces of myself scattered
everywhere, since you’ve left. like
a few weeks ago at a party i let a boy who didn’t love me hold his hands around my waist
and i think i left part of my hipbones lingering
in his palm that night because my entire body was aching
by the time i got home.

and
i was at the grocery store the other day and
i saw a girl with lips like yours and i wanted to kiss
them. i didn’t. instead i
hid in the cereal aisle until she walked away
and i swear i haven’t even felt my heart beat in my chest
since.

and
i keep trying to avoid looking at you in the halls
and i’m sorry but
i can’t risk smiling
and feeling an empty space in my mouth from where my
teeth are supposed to be.
I think they fell out the last time I told you I loved you.

and
what i’m trying to say is
i don’t know how long it will be
before i lose my mind when i meet someone with the same
brown in their eyes as yours or when
he tries to hold me but it doesn’t feel anything like
your hand against my back
and i’m trying so hard to let go of everything you’ve ever touched
and i’m scared i’ll tear myself apart
and be left with
hollow bones
and empty veins
and only a memory of the person i was when
you still loved me.

"

A Story A Day #9 by r.b (via rbcages)

(via rbcages)

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"I was so busy putting you first, I ended up putting myself second."

(250/365) by (DS)

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"Sometimes I
wonder
if I really love the
boys
I am writing about."

I Love Them, I Love Them Not by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)

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"There are some people who enter your life for what seems like only a split-second, yet even after decades of absence, they never leave you. If they were to walk into a room 20 years later, you could feel the familiar vibration of every footstep, and hear the distinct rhythm of every breath, and know that have come back. There are people in our lives, who will be in our lives, until the end of our lives"

Adam Stanley  All My Sins Remembered (via iamadamstanley)

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"Sneaking cigarette breaks in school
bathroom stalls seemed like the most
destructive thing I could do to myself
at the age of fifteen.
At eighteen, I realize that the most
hurtful thing I could infuse into my
body is the idea that you loved me with
as much force as I did you."

i have a more tender relationship with this cigarette in my hand than i do you // Haley Hendrick (via s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d)

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"

And maybe for once,
just once,
someone please tell me
something encouraging.

Tell me I’m doing great,
that I’m on the right track,
that things will turn out right.

Because I’m so tired,
tired of trying,
and I don’t even know
where things are heading.

"

I don’t know how things are going to turn out // R.L

(via thoughtspired)

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"

i came to you when i was still chewing on the graphite of another boy’s poems, still drowning in the ink splotches he left along my collarbones, still flinching every time someone raised their voice and

the first time we talked it scared me how easily i could fold myself into your sentences and the first time we got drunk together i remember lying beside you just barely touching and still feeling like maybe i belonged here for the rest of eternity

how did you take a girl with a heart so black she couldn’t get it to beat how did you make her finally feel complete

you eased open the places i was hurting and cut yourself removing all of my thorns and good god i am a tinderbox and ready to catch on fire but you’re the only person who has ever made me feel warm so

just know that where you are is where i am home.

"

"The little voice in me who used to tell me “This isn’t the right guy” has been silent ever since we met, and this is the longest relationship I ever had. I so truly hope this one will last.” // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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where do you go

thriftwords:

I found so little where I was
a city between winters
the subway groaning back and forth
and wishing you to enter
would carry you back to the start
and when the night was over
although it took you to no place
you’d find again you’d boarded.
The walls did not know what they held
that made…

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Sleep Lined Snippets

moonlight-murder:

Taking Rx scripts,
to send me asleep,
for if I didn’t,
there’d be nothing to keep,
my stinging sore eyes
and a sleep debt compromise,
me and my words from staying up until the sunrise.

Snippets,
Starts of new seasons,
and soul warming smiles.

Goodnight.
Sleep.
Tomorrow,

our eyes will be bright.

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