You used to believe in this city of miracles,
but that was three heartbreaks ago.
it’s been sleeping with the windows open
hoping someone will hear
your heart breaking
from three doors down.
it’s been thinking too long about
cashiers who ask you how your day’s been and
tell you to stay safe.
it’s been setting the sky on fire
and dancing in the ash that follows.
it’s been poetry you can’t understand
and poetry that rips you apart in the wrong places.
staying up at night to talk to your oldest mistake,
when you swear you’re just praying
When you swear you’ve
moved beyond all of that.
You’re looking for a poem to tell
you why your heart is broken
into every piece. You’re looking
for someone to compare all the
ways he didn’t love you to a rose
and how even when it turns
black with death, it’s still lovely.
There aren’t words that will
make your phone’s silence
easier, trust me. You’re alone
tonight and he’s probably
thinking about someone else;
there’s nothing poetic about that.
Sometimes I wish I was 29 with my life figured out & sometimes I wish I was 5 with my whole life ahead of me and not a care in the worldReyna Biddy (via kushandwizdom)
You know, I used to spend every day thinking about you and dreaming about you, and every time you walked by I lost myself, do you know what that feels like? No, you couldn’t possibly know what it feels like to have that person not have the same feelings back. Look, I’m sorry if you miss the way I looked at you, but I don’t miss the way you never looked at me.Dawson’s Creek (via missinyouiskillingme)