I want to be a dog playing happily with his stick.
Sometimes, I look at her and wonder how the world managed to hurt her like that.
My chest feels heavy, and I can’t breathe. I want to cry, but I can’t. I don’t have the freedom to cry without giving an explanation to my people. What am I supposed to tell them? The fact that I will keep on searching for closure? The fact that I still keep searching for you in every person I meet? The fact that I still love you with my whole heart that I don’t allow anyone else to pave a way in? The fact that I’m still there where I was five years ago, waiting for you to just tell me why shit happened the way it happened?! The fact that, no matter how hard I try not to think of you, I do end up doing it once in a while and go down the memory wishing never to come back? The fact that the hopeless romantic in me is dying a painful death every other day as I move towards a void? The fact that I feel damaged and incapable of loving people anymore? The fact that there’s a hole inside me that I cannot stop from getting bigger everyday? The fact that on days when the clouds turn a bit dark, I think of you and cry myself to sleep? Why does everything has to be so complicated and sad? Why can’t I just go back to the normal life I had?
Ah. What a beautiful day to think about every shitty day I’ve ever had.
Funny how the concept of age wouldn’t have existed if not for calendars. I wouldn’t have had to wait for 18 years to drink beer.
I find myself reaching for you even though I know you aren’t there. Why does it has to be so difficult, existence?
Why is he so angry at me?
I’ve no idea what to do with all this love inside me. Where do I pour it out?
Would you still love me if I showed you all my versions?
Me to myself, everyday : Just one more day.
Instead of telling me shit like ‘things happen for a reason’, tell me the fucking reason!
Woke up. Still alive. Going back to sleep.
Allow me to love you while I destroy myself in the process.
Why do losing people feel like losing a part of yourself? That part which you never knew existed until the very moment you had to let go of it.
Dolphins doing cartwheels with an aquarium guest.
We don’t deserve dolphins.
Girl, I love you with an intensity I don’t really understand. You could be fighting with me for some stupid shit I did, and all that would cross my mind at that instant would be how much I fucking love you. So, excuse me if I turn away for a bit while we fight, I’m just trying to hold in my tears of happiness.
If you’re a bulb, then I’m your stupidest fly, the one that tries to grasp your light but hits the glass instead and falls off. But I’ll always rise as long as I see even your faintest glow.
I’ll probably burst into a million pieces if someone touches me rn.