IF MY STUBBORN ASS TRIES WALKING AWAY AND TELLS YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE BUT YOU STILL STAY AND TRY FIXING IT TO MAKE ME HAPPY THEN UR A KEEPER
do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.
you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.
but you will never be
and have never been
this hit soooooooo close to home jesus
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7/1/14 (via phyxiated)
I’m sorry for leaving (again).
I’m sorry things didn’t work out between us.
Mental illness is like a jealous ex-lover
that will stop at nothing until I’m alone again.
He thrives in solitude.
He’s a mold that grows best
in the damp, shadowy corners
that no human warmth can touch.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
We weren’t supposed to end like this.