Shattered

I wish you knew the sacrifices
I’ve made, the things I’ve given
up, and the parts of myself
I gave away, just for you.

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Heartache

I know that there will be days when you want to die. Everything feels heavy and your body will ache with numbness. You’ll lock yourself in your room, feel the weight of the entire world sink into your skin. You’ll text him and tell him you miss him. Your friends will make fun of how quiet you’ve become. You’ll them you’re tired. You’ll tell them you haven’t slept. You don’t tell them about the burn in your chest.. how breathing becomes a burden.. how soft death looks like.

These are days, however, will pass. The nights will still be long, but you’ll wake up feeling light again. You’ll feel your wings grow out of your back, feel the stars at the tip of your fingers.

One day, you’ll forget what all that weight felt like, what thinking of death felt like, what thinking of him felt like. Yes, one day.

*As requested by @brimart2015 for #bemymuse no. 15

Tragedy

There is nothing romantic about a love that used to be, a love that happened, and then ended, just like everything else in the world. People often romanticize tragedy, like the kiss that almost was, the “maybe” that could have been but will remain a “what if” forever. There is nothing beautiful about something that once was, but died. Disappeared. Ended. Failed.