Imagine
he was sitting at 1 am
on his bed
listening to the playlist
of the songs
that remind him of you
and he sighs
cause he misses you
and you don’t miss him
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“I dream of you on my loneliest nights and cry for you on my saddest days.”— (via midland)
(via goddamnteachers)
afraid of the unrequited
If you are afraid of the unrequited, there is a chance you might have learned it from a parent. and you were probably young; children are too impressionable. it lingered in the air and echoed through the silence when you asked your mom when you were going to see dad again. the word “unrequited” is a taste bud on the back of your tongue that will always remind you how even the sweetest things turn sour.
if you are afraid of the unrequited, you will start to type a message to your friends because the loneliness has become to heavy, but you will always be stopped by the sour taste of trying to swallow your pride.
if you are afraid of the unrequited, you might apologize for yourself every day and tell people that you wouldn’t blame them if they cut you off. maybe being alone will feel a little easier if you are certain you did something to deserve it.
if you are afraid of the unrequited, you might go out in public to make sure you are seen
talk to yourself to know that you have a voice
watch strangers converse to convince yourself that everybody has somebody, even you
you might write poetry to try and teach yourself the lessons on the love that were never requited to you.
(Source: weheartit.com, via loveupontc)
“You’re the one habit I just can’t kick,”
-Heaven’s Gate // Fall Out Boy
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“if you are going to love her,” she said, “love her in a way that you never did with me. love her unconditionally.”
the wind was breezing through my
hair, making all the time i
spent on it meaningless.
i wish i could say i was
walking without a care but
i care about you too much.
love reduced me to childishness;
i picked up flowers from the
ground, reducing them to
nothingness.
with a movement from my hand,
i picked the daisy apart,
reciting over and over again:
“he loves me, he loves me not.”
i got to the last petal,
but i refused to say the
last word of the sentence.
i coughed, i coughed, i coughed
but no words would come out of
my mouth. it was as if i
had phlegm stuck in my throat, that
was more stubborn than i was.
i threw away what was left
of the dead flower and i
managed to choke out a “not.”
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(Source: sicknare, via always-the-eyes)
“At least you loved me in my dreams.”— Unknown (via syntacked)
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