“Heartbreak wears me like it’s love.”

You left me with nothing. But the gift to write the most beautiful sad poems.

My lonely soul drowns in empty bodies.

Nothing feels like home anymore. Even this heart of mine demands to be yours.

To love you is a battle that takes wars to stop.

It’s okay. I’ve been here before. The truth is I’m quite good with goodbyes.

It hurts. That every time I smile, you believe me.

I tell myself I can live without you. And it terrifies me that I don’t know how to.

I loved you in pain and when I began to bleed I called it magic.

I ache to know how it feels to be without having a weight on my soul.

I will never find peace in my broken pieces.

Be gentle with me. I own scars that do not bleed.

I don’t know if it was suicide to love him. What I mean is, He very much ruined me.

I will always be the one who made you into poetry.

I know there is no such thing as forever. But I promise I will love you until the very end.

I’m drowning. And the air is nowhere to be found. Yet I pretend to breathe anyway.

Years passed and left me behind stuck in the past with you.

I miss the feeling of being excited to talk to someone.

Find your own solidarity and peace of mind that makes you think wider and understandable in this harsh world.  

Maybe I just expect too much.

And a round of applause for everyone who lost me.

Do not expect others to solve the problem for you.

Don’t forget that we have the power to choose how something affects us.

You are insane for everyone until they need you.

You can’t heal if you pretend you aren’t hurt.