I think what hurts the most is that you’ve been telling me you’re starting to love me seriously, and Christ, no one has loved me seriously before, and I wanted a taste of what it feels like so I fucking gave in. I gave in so hard that I felt like my hands could write a thousand letters about you that I could never send and that my body would say yes to your every command. I felt like rose petals scattered all over the ground. I felt beautiful, baby. But then when someone asked you about me, all you did was smirk and said yeah, she was good. Goddamn it, that was six months ago and all I’ve been wearing was black and I fuck boys who don’t know the difference between ‘you’re’ and ‘your’ and you’re probably smiling because you’re back with the girl you loved since you were six. Thanks for fucking me up, honey. Thanks so much.
a.s. “i don’t love him anymore, i tell my friends for the 86th time” (via mossyribs)

see, i felt like
there was a big fucking hole
right in my chest
a shadow i could not

see, i made jokes all the time
because i was already so bruised
why not make myself
the punchline

see, i’m one of those
“burn out in the glory of fire”
types, always the
funny man, always
quick with a smile,
always full of liquor
by the end of the night

nobody even noticed
when i wanted
to die

you can’t hurt me worse than i’ve already hurt myself, my love // r.i.d (via inkskinned)