I Keep Typing Out All My Feelings To You Then I Remember I’m Not Allowed Anymore

Hyperbole is my favorite form of communication Overstating a happiness I barely feel is easier than admitting to the overwhelming sadness

I want...

I want to rail. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to yell out horrible things about him and make him feel as useless and broken as I do.

I want his arms around me. I want him to stroke my hair and tell me it will be okay. I want to believe it will be okay. I want to be safe. And secure.

But no one hears my wants as they fall directly into the blackness which was once my heart.

Time again to box it all up. Put it away. Pretend I don’t feel. Time to lose myself in mundanity. Hide from passion. Give up on hope.

As much as I long to hear it it eases my mind to realize the reason you can’t say you love me is because you do

I know you love my tits, but can you love the heart beneath?

It's not about you anymore.

If your name crosses my lips

It is in punishment of myself

For being the fool

I know better I just ache for it so deeply I am willing to risk my sanity

Hanging on by a thread Waiting for you to cut the cord

You break my heart   not because you don’t love me  But because you don’t love yourself

he took a screenshot and my heart took flight