I’m so tired of being the creased corner in your journal, the entry you only come back to when you think of a few words to complete the unanswered questions of why you keep leaving me unwritten. You never left me with a period, only with a comma, and you still wonder why I have a hope you’ll come back to finish me. To finish us. You say she’s your diary, the one you tell all your secrets to, but goddamn I’m your poetry. The one you’ve poured all your heart into.
Maybe I won’t be the one sleeping in your bed but I will be the one keep inside your head. I’ve become the bold print on your pages, screaming, not to be looked at but to be read. You never stop and read anymore because you think all your answers are tucked behind her ear. You’re so blinded by the white light of blank pages you can’t even pick up the pen anymore and find your own.
I’m not blaming her, I am blaming me. Only because I’ve let her lipstick stains merge over my ink stains, to the point where you can’t even remember how my black tinted fingers caressed your skin. Now you only think love is shown through kisses and sharing secrets when it’s so much more than pretty daisies. It’s more like roses, working your way through the thorns until you find the smooth petals. I’m sorry our love was never a daisy, but goddamn it was a rose, that has to mean something, anything to you. Maybe I didn’t leave you many red stains from my lips but I left you black stains from my heart.
deciding i was pretty was the best thing that i ever did
one day i was just like
fuck this im pretty
and i was
i’m reblogging this twice because this is probably the truest statement I’ve ever come across. And it holds power and ability for every person struggling within themselves. use this because it will make a difference in your life.
dont kill yourself tonight ok
you have a really pretty smile and i know its not always easy to manage one but itd be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it ever again
youre really important and you matter a lot so stay safe and try and have a nice sleep
I would like a moment to thank the people who reblog post like this so that it eventually shows on my dash.
It is keeping me alive