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It happened
because it happened.
There is no reason for this.
It happened
and it happened.
It happened
and it happened
and it happens.
There is no way
to erase it.
written by l.a.w., what happened to us
One day we’ll both
forget the storms we danced through.
You’ll find a nice girl
to fall into peace with
and you’ll forget about the days
we lost our minds together.
I’ll be across the world
and still know the exact moment
it happens.
I’ll pretend that I don’t
and I’ll forget you
the way I forget every dream
I’m not brave enough for.
I’ll meet someone who reminds
me of the years I gave my best
to a boy who held me like he meant it.
And I want you to know that it
could have been you.
That it almost was you,
but we didn’t know how to be good for each other
and how to stay that way.
In another world, it is you,
and we’re better for it.
I hope you know that I wanted that.
That a part of me always will.
written by Y.Z, sinking ships and ghost town islands (via rustyvoices)
the truth is, trying looks different
from the outside in.
they can only see you breathing, not the war
you’re waging
to keep doing so.
written by l.a.w.why they can’t see how hard we’re trying
breathe. breathe. stop swallowing
yourself whole. or choke. choke if you must but I am tired
of reviving you. I am tired
of watching you regurgitate your soul.
so stop. stop. either live
or leave.
written by l.a.w., texts I won’t ever send #5
The self-portrait: Swallowing glass chips to stay interesting. Keeping my insides cut so at least something comes out when I open my mouth. Spitting up blood. Calling it poetry. Calling it a performance. Calling it everything but what it is. Self-deprecation for the sake of humility. Self-dissolution to keep them guessing. Playing the same game until it stops becoming one. Turning tricks until they become habit. Here are some jokes I’ve made so many times they’ve lost their punchline: Texting late at night, check. Bleeding dirty thoughts and regret. Throwing up and forgetting the mess. Getting thin out of pure neglect. Check. Check. Check. This isn’t a way to grow up, but what else is there? Nice house? Nice car? Nice mouth? Nice girl? Wait. Didn’t you used to be such a nice girl? (I stole that line right out of the mouth of the concerned aunt who gave me a once-over last Christmas.) Let’s try this again. Nice girl. Nice girls don’t stay out late. They don’t forget their friends. They don’t drop everything and move for the sake of adventure. Nice girls don’t lie in the middle of the street and call it therapy. They don’t know how to become ghosts in two seconds flat. Nice girl. What happened to her? Killed her. Cursed her. Kept her hungry in the basement for so long that she gave up and went home. Pushed her aside and cared for poetry, coffee, and burnt curtains instead. Nice girl. Why don’t you call her up again? Ask her where she’s been? Ah, but where’s the fun in that?
written by The Self-Portrait | Lora Mathis 
It’s good fun writing like you’re insane  (via lora-mathis)

(via backshelfpoet)

You’ll never be okay, but you’ll come so close.
written by l.a.w.texts I won’t ever send #4
Some days I’m more scared of you than in love with you.
written by l.a.w.texts I won’t ever send #3