How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon (via morozovaaleksander)
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
Even when it feels like your ribs
Are breaking inward, like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches
That he swore he forgave you for,
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper
Running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
When he blames you
For mistakes that wear his face,
Do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
And don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves
Ignore the howling in your blood
And do not get up after him.
Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not
Smell his shirts when you box them up
To give them back.
Swear off dating when you realize
You’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him.
It’s even okay to forgive him.
But do not go back to him.
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next."
I should have checked the emergency brakes before I gave you the keys (via ink-trails)
(via sadsmiles--)"The most pathetic thing about me
is that I would come crawling back
to you in a heartbeat if you asked me to
and it sucks that I don’t even own
my will anymore because when I gave
everything to you, I left nothing behind
and now you have the keys to the beating
that keeps me alive but with a turn
you could break me and I don’t know why
God forgot to give me an emergency override."