"Sometimes I feel,
As though I am your mother’s tea kettle,
That you have left on the stove,
For far too long.
At first I sound like,
A nice indulgence,
But you leave me on the backburner,
Till I am forced to scream,
Releasing a shrill howl,
From within my lungs,
To remind you,
Though you have moved on,
To other things,
I am still here,
Burning."
As though I am your mother’s tea kettle,
That you have left on the stove,
For far too long.
At first I sound like,
A nice indulgence,
But you leave me on the backburner,
Till I am forced to scream,
Releasing a shrill howl,
From within my lungs,
To remind you,
Though you have moved on,
To other things,
I am still here,
Burning."
Belle Jar (via bellejarpoetry)
"I don’t know what to do now that you are gone. I don’t know who I was before you."
(via youwereazephyr)
"I think I’ll always be a romantic, you know? Someone could completely rip out my heart and walk away and I’d still be willing to believe in love again. They say hope breeds eternal misery, but really without hope, what else have we got?"
"Eventually, I started going to sleep tired and I started waking up tired and I wasn’t sure how that was supposed to work."
"i look at you and i just love you, and it terrifies me."
"I just want to be with you especially on the days where I don’t understand anything, even myself."