9:52 pm
heartbreak isnt beautiful. its not staying up til 4 am listening to sad songs. its breaking down in the middle of a busy street. its seeing their face in all the people you pass by in the library or at the mall or at a carnival. its feeling okay for weeks at a time and then all of a sudden, you feel the ghost of their lips on your neck and their nails on your back and then you're choking on memories of their presence. its waking up from dreams of them coming back and screaming in the middle of the night because your chest aches like a dark blue and purple bruise. please dont romanticize pain. stop using people like their objects. dont act like anything about heartbreak is beautiful, because i wish i wouldnt have to feel this pain anymore - hell, its so bad i wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemies.
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intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poezie[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
