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You get over him like this:

at first, you don’t. his name is a note you can’t
unsing

but

eventually your body gets bored
of making tears over the same person
who broke you.
your body says “listen up
it was a long time ago” and for a second
you feel whole but

you catch sight of him in a starbucks and your heart drops
and your hands shake and you want to throw up and
you can’t explain to your friends why this messed you up
because you’ve already talked their ears off so you go home
and have a good old-fashioned sob but

somewhere in that night or the next one or two weeks
down the road
the things that came to the surface start getting old and
you start turning over your relationship in your palms
until you discover the ugly things you’ve been hiding
from yourself and you think
maybe it’s wasn’t always heaven maybe
it was hell

and you write about him or cry about him or
get him out of yourself however you can, you
scrape yourself clean until there’s nothing left
and rebuild from the ground up and
some wicked part of you still wants to talk to him
just to say “look, i’m new now,
i’m different,”
but you don’t because you’ve straightened out
the voices in your head

and you write about him and make a stupid poetry blog about
red blood and black ink and you make playlists of songs
you found way after him and you
make yourself okay again eventually because

the truth is, you were whole before you found him
you have just forgotten how to be who you are
without him - don’t worry, my love
all it takes is a little soul-searching
before you rediscover
you are
better off without him.

For my friend who asked me to write about getting over a lover. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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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.

(via 0bvi0uslygay)

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and I knew it was bad
when I woke up in the mornings
and the only thing I looked
forward to was going
back to bed.

poems from my uncle’s grave (via unabashinglyme)

(Source: irynka)

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you had such a thirst for knowledge; and now school has ruined that.

something that someone said to me recently and I think about it a lot. (via writerings)

(Source: ecrirers)

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I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.

I have become rather fearful I suppose.  (via dollpoetry)

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My problem is that every night I have to fight the same battle against myself. And some nights I lose.

(68/365) by (KJ)

(Source: kjpoems)

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I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.

 Andrea Gibson 

Everything you love is here

(via lovequotesrus)

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