"I am my Soulmate."
"She didn’t lose him, she had to let him go. She didn’t get over him, she had to move on. She didn’t lose feelings for him, she had to walk away. She didn’t get bored of him, she had to do what was best for her. She didn’t let him go, she had to push him away. She didn’t forget about him, she had to cut him off. She didn’t want things to end, she’s just did what’s best for her. She didn’t want to break up, she just wasn’t to handle it anymore. She didn’t want to leave his life, she just needed time to herself. It’s just got to the point where she put herself first for once and she decided it was time for her and him to go their separate ways. It’s not that she doesn’t want to be with him anymore because she does, but it’s just that things weren’t the same anymore and no matter how long she waited for things to get better, no matter how hard she tried to make things work, it just wasn’t happening. She just didn’t want to be unhappy anymore. She’d run back to him in a heartbeat, but for now, she just needs to be on her own"
"People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands."
I remember your collarbone, forming the tiniest
satellite dish in the universe, your smile
as the place where parallel lines inevitably crossed.
I remember your eyes: fifty attack dogs on a single leash,
how I once held the soft audience of your hand.
I’ve been ignored by prettier women than you,
but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence
so far, without spilling a drop.