Please break my heart.
Break my heart so that I will write about you. Break my heart so that the whole world will know who you are. Break my heart, love me once more, then leave and haunt me again.
Please tell me you love me.
Because I know that you don’t.
Please make me wait.
Make me wait for nothing. Tell me to be patient. Tell me that destiny chooses the best timing, and that one day we will have what we can call “ours”, so that I will have something to hope for.
Please keep me away from the world.
Don’t tell your mom about me. Don’t even mention my name. Hide me in the darkest corner of your mind, so that somehow, I will feel special—only thought of by you.
And one day when you realize how kind of a person you are for doing all of these sincerely, please come to me. I will be waiting for you.
I will be waiting for you to break my heart again.
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“If you’re dating a writer and they don’t write about you — whether it’s good or bad — then they don’t love you. They just don’t. Writers fall in love with the people we find inspiring.”
-Jamie Anne Royce
(watercolor painting by Carlton Alfred Smith)
“If I could be anything I liked, I’d be a doorman. I’d spend my life opening all the doors I can’t open now. Get a little hungry? Open a door. Want to go outside? Open a door. All day long I’d open doors.”
-Phyllis Reynolds Naylor, The Healing of Texas Jake
(Graphic illustration from Tumblr user Shuntheshun via 6hd)
I said I would write how I feel
But somehow the paper stayed empty
And I could not have described me better
Sometimes the sky rains gasoline instead of water and you have to resist the urge to set yourself on fire.
“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
How do you feel? Loneliness asked.
I’m perfectly fine. I said. I love having you as my only companion