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I’m not sure what the future holds in store for us, but a part of me will always love you.

C.H. (via hopefulsky)

You’re a liar … but it’s my fault for believing you.

My Heart Bleeds Poetry #9 Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )

Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, you could love me back?

My Heart Bleeds Poetry #13 Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )

“Listen, I - ” I turn to him, eyes ablaze with fury, hands clasped into fists as a current of conflicting moments and broken chances cloud over my memory. “Listen? I’ll listen to you when you’ve proven to me you’re worth listening to.” A chance to turn. A chance he breaks with a desperate kiss - and in those lingering seconds of utter bliss, everything in our world was rightly proven.

My Heart Bleeds Poetry #33 Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )

"I'd rather fly from Hell than fall from Heaven."

- My Heart Bleeds Poetry #34

Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )

"I sometimes forget that you're not really mine."

- My Heart Bleeds Poetr #35

Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )

"I often wonder . . . was it love that changed me, or was it heartbreak?"

My Heart Bleeds Poetry #36

Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )

"I often have to remind myself that you're not a part of my life anymore."

- My Heart Bleeds Poetry #37

Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )

I don’t think I ever really loved you the right way. But then again you never really loved me at all.

My Heart Bleeds Poetry #38

Charlene Pablo

I was in love with the idea, not the man. And in the end, ideas stay with us longer than any man ever could.

My Heart Bleeds Poetry #39

Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )

And the hardest thing about being in love, is the moment after.

~T.R.

Sorry is so beautiful she makes my eyes sore. A kaleidoscope of a girl waiting for the summer to unfold before her, she smells sticky sweet like sage smoke. When I call out to greet her, her name leaves the taste of iron on my tongue, it reminds me of oxidation. She always visits under the cover of darkness. Her favorite hour is midnight, loves to watch the dark sky melt into oil drops and practice catching them between her nimble fingertips. She tells me they feel cool and slip through her grip easily. I imagine they feel something like hair feels under my outstretched palms, slippery enough it leaves holding on impossible.

In the morning I attempt to erase her. Scrub the spicy bite of peppermint into my incisors and vanquish the taste of her that tangles between my teeth. But when I look down at my knuckles clenched hard against white marble countertop I watch a palm slide into mine. It fits perfectly and feels placating. I have so much to learn.

It feels like I forever leave her waiting.

" every shot that i take is for every promise you break. "

an excerpt from a book i'll never write (via @angleofdepression)

“ do you like me?” “ i am uncertain of my emotions but one thing’s for sure is that i harbor deep affections for you.”

an excerpt from a book i’ll never write (via @angleofdepression)

meeting you was a gift, being yours was a blessing. leaving you was a pain, but moving on from you was pure bliss.

an excerpt from a book i’ll never write (via @angleofdepression)

to "the boy"

to the boy who’s heart i broke,

i’m sorry, i really am.

i’m sorry for leading you on, i’m sorry for saying all those misleading things, and i’m sorry for not being the one for you.

i’m sorry for not realizing this earlier, i’m sorry for not being sure of my feelings, and most of all i’m sorry i couldn’t let go of my feelings for someone in the past.

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to the boy that i fell in love with,

i’ve read somewhere that you don’t just stop loving someone. love is eternity and the choice was whether to commit or move on with the strong emotion buried deep down in the pits of your gut with the thoughts and fantasies of what could’ve been.

my first love, you’ve ruined me for other people.

i will probably never be able to have a conversation with any other guy without comparing them to you. the way your hand gestures and voice raises when you’re verbally defending yourself, the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you’re passionate about, amongst other things.

i blame the girl that destroyed your heart, that ruined you for other girls, that burned the light out of your beautiful brown eyes.

but at the same time, i’d thank her. if it was not for her we would never have been as close as we are now.

i was there. through all the emotional downfalls you’ve had at 1am in the morning because of her, i was there. i was the one asking if you were okay, that sent you all those good morning texts and virtual hugs when you were breaking down on the other side of the phone and i couldn’t be physically there for you. if i was annoying you doing all those things, i’m sorry, i’ve stopped doing them now.

i was there too, hugging your broken pieces back together. i was there, offering you glue or needle and thread to mend your heart back together. but it was you that made the choice to stick them back, to pull through all the shit you’ve faced and stand up from where you’ve fallen down. i admire that.

deep down, i know that i will never be the one for you. the one to make you smile, the one for you to get protective over, the one to hold your hand in public, and the one to call you mine. the closest title to “mine” i’ll ever get from you is “my best friend”.

but that’s okay i guess. because the one thing that i know about love is sacrifice.

the phrase goes, “if you love something, set it free. if it is meant to be, then it will come back to you.” although i haven’t stopped holding on to the sliver of hope of us and what could have been, i’ve stopped pursuing after it.

i know that deep down, some part of me will always care about you and there will always be that dull ache in my heart when your name is heard, because love is eternity and the choice is commitment.

for now, thank you for everything that you’ve done and not. because if it was not for you, my heart and eyes would not have grown as wide as it does now.

- letters to my first love (via @angleofdepression)

why is it that the most broken of hearts write the most beautiful things?

spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression)

i think the saddest part about loving someone is seeing the person you love happy together with someone else.

spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression)

have you ever thought, that maybe the happiest people that always cheer others up and listens to everyone’s problems are sometimes the saddest people when they’re alone and have nobody to go to.

spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression)

" saved myself for you

just to find out that you were saving yourself

for somebody else. "

- spilled thoughts (via @angleofdepression )