“That’s all right,” she says, and I have to wonder how many times she’s said that to the people in her life who screwed her over somehow.
Please be clingy with me. Get worried if I don’t text you back in ten minutes, blow up my phone, when were in public you better hold my hand and kiss me, get mad when other girls look at me, tell me that you miss me or love me all the time. But also I want you to trust me. If I’m dating you then it means that I’m all for you. I don’t want a relationship that will last a few days. I got into this because I saw something with you. I am yours, you are mine. End of story.
My father used to say, “Don’t raise your voice. Improve your argument.
the courage it took to get out of bed each
to face the same things
over and over
The way you let me down hurts.
I’m letting you go but it’s not easy.
I want to call you & ask why you would be so reckless with a heart made of glass but I don’t think it matters to you that my heart shattered because you aren’t the one who has to pick up the pieces.
You’re never around to pick up the pieces.
Sometimes I want to remind you that even though your words killed every flower growing inside me, I’m still alive & capable of being beautiful..
But I know you don’t care, you never did. You loved me out of convenience which has me wondering if you ever even loved me at all..
Today I watched my phone ring as you called, I was just too exhausted to talk. And plus, It hurts to hear you lie to me. I don’t want another excuse or apology.
I just want the kind of love I’ve given you.