I have this theory


That the moment a person actually breaks


The moment someone's heart


Just cracks


Isn't when they find out the person they love doesn't care anymore


It isn't when that person







In my experience


Everyone leaves





But that moment


When someone's heart just stops


And sinks into the ground


And they can't hide their broken pieces anymore...


That's when they realize


That it doesn't matter who they date...


It doesn't matter who buys me dinner,


It doesn't matter how many guys I fuck-


A blur of faces meant to erase yours-


Because none of them


Will ever be





It's that realization


That no matter who I'm with


I never get to be with you


Ever again



And so we are left


With these memories


That cut like a knife


But are too precious to let go of



And so it seems


Love really is


The most effective form of self harm


  • burning-embers

    You're right but it's what you are pre - programmed to do. You can stop yourself and miss out on life, miss out on meeting the greatest love of your life as opposed to forever mourning the first. Personally i'd opt for accepting that you are a human being who is strongly attracted to men and enjoy them. Life is something nice not something miserable.

    • elphaba993

      Fair point lol thanks for the feedback

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