“The more she tried to avoid him, the more she died to talk to him.”
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All of those nights, still tattooed on my mind.
k.b. // sasha sloan - again
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If given the choice, would you choose me?
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“i would have let you destroy me. you know that, right? all of your... your coy smiles, flirtatious glances, the playful banter. the way you ran your fingers through your hair, how your bright eyes scrunched up a bit when you smiled. when you hugged me for the first time, like i was the only thing that mattered in the world, i swear i thought i could die happy right then and there.
i would have let you destroy me, and you knew that, didn’t you?”
-i guess i did let you destroy me, after all c.r.
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I'll Never Feel that Again
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Do you think about me when that song comes on, do you think about me in the dark, do you think about me on my birthday, do you think about me about all?
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it would have been sweet, if it could’ve been me.
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It took me so much strength to open up my heart and let you in. And now that I finally did, I notice you pulling away from me. Just when I get attached to you, you don’t want me anymore. And this is, yet again, another reason for me to never open up my precious heart for some sweet words from a guy. Even when I think this one might be different.
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“There’s just something about you that makes everything okay.”
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I tried to break down that wall, but all that broke was my own heart.
k.b. // stray kids - sorry, i love you
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No matter how many times you break my heart, each piece will still be yours.
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i pray for closure
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In this moment we were just two lonely people, desperate to be held. You didn't ask about my past and I didn't care for yours. You didn't know I loved too-strong coffee and pancakes for breakfast, that the sound of sirens scared me and that I hadn't spoken to my aunt for four years. I wondered where you'd got that scar at the back of your hand and why you winced when my lips brushed your neck, but I kept those questions to myself. I had no right to the answers and I knew learning these details about you wouldn't do me any favours in the long run. It'd only make me fall down harder and deeper when it ended, and I knew it would.
Later, when we lay next to each other, energy spent and breaths loud in the safe space that was your room, and there was nothing else to say, I wondered why people called me selfish in the worst way when you were just like me, maybe even worse. Was it still selfishness if it helped you? Because even when I never set out to fix you, I'd like to think I managed to fill some of the cracks in your skin back up with honey and wine. Does it hurt to know I'll leave in the morning, pretending I haven't made an impact on your life when both of us know that's not possible? I don't want to turn this into more than it is, but I can only hope I'm more to you than one of the fleeting faces you pass by in the streets, ordinary and meaningless. I can only hope that once all of this is over you'll remember me as someone who brought you a bit of comfort during a time you did not quite know who you wanted to be.
selfish love / n.j.
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"I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it."
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