my heart is a house
but you didn’t knock
instead you broke in,
leaving the mirrors of my love shattered.
you ripped apart the ravishing art that hung on my walls, repainted me with infatuation
my rooms became burdened with regret
and my floors filthy with torment
i thought you would leave,
but instead you locked the doors
and barricaded me inside
my own home
-robbed
― (via what-she-writes)
I know you’re going to see me walk right past you at the bar one night and wonder why I didn’t stop to say hi. And you’re not going to know how much it hurt me to do that. And you’re going to stop yourself from following me. And I’m going to spend the rest of the night wondering why you didn’t. But I’m not going to text you and I’m not going to call you and I’m not going to look for you as I’m leaving. And you’re going to spend the rest of your night hoping I do. But if I happen to see you and you happen to catch my eye, I’m going to look at you in a very specific way. And you’re going to recognize it because it’s going to be the same way you looked at me the last night I saw you. But this time I’m going to be the one walking away and I’m not going to come back.
― (via i-wrotethisforme)
I wish I didn’t want to see you again and it sucks because you’re nothing special and I know that. But I guess for some reason I want to believe that I didn’t waste my time with you and that maybe the door isn’t completely closed. And I still want you to see me in town one day from across the street and fall in love again. But I know that’s not real and I hate myself for wishing it could be.
― (via i-wrotethisforme)
I know I say I’m over you and I actually believe it most of the time, but I also know that if I saw you again, I’d fall right back into your trap. And if you reached out to me, I wouldn’t be able to ignore it. So yeah, I guess on some level I still miss you, but I also know that I used to lay in bed for hours staring at the ceiling and I don’t do that anymore. So maybe I’m not completely over it, but I’m also not completely broken anymore.
― (via i-wrotethisforme)
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