Every time you turn to look at her
Only to realize her eyes lack the spark that shone in mine-
Light her eyes on fire.
If she doesn’t write about you
Burn my poems and my letters
And our pictures
Then use the flame to warm her heart.
when you close your eyes and see me,
Try to replace my face with hers.
Stop smoking my cigarettes,
Stop singing along to Queen.
When you walk into a room and suffocate in the smell of my Chanel perfume,
When our souls collided,
They combined- Delving into each other-
Gently embodying into one, definite form.
My best advice on how to forget me?
Stop being yourself.
Because a part of me consists of you,
And a part of you consists of me.
Become somebody new.
Replace your broken, dysfunctional heart
with a better one, made of stone.
Erase our memories,
Conceal your mind with layers and layers
Of lies, illusions,
Have you forgotten me yet?
-F.Z (Thewanderess/ theheroiccouplet)
In the way the waves
miss the shore,
the way the Moon misses the Sun
and all those cliches
Miss me silently.
Cry yourself to sleep, but tell no one.
Get yourself a journal and start writing.
Turn our story into poetry,
Your pain into a novel.
Make me a hero, or a villain,
if you wish.
Write about me until you heal.
Every time you write my name, notice how
it fades a little.
It’ll disappear eventually; I promise.
And if you still miss me after all this
You will miss me. And you will keep missing me,
Until you don’t.
When you leave,
Don’t bother saying goodbye.
Don’t make it harder than it already is.
Don’t bother texting that you miss me.
I’m not the kind of person
who offers second chances.
-If you loved me enough, you never would have left-
Don’t explain yourself,
You owe me no apologies.
People fall out of love all the time.
It’s okay. You don’t have to lie
that it’s your fault.
Tell me I wasn’t good enough.
Hurt me enough so I’ll never come back.
Leave not a single trace of hope inside of me.
Hurt me so I can learn to heal;
Hurt me, until I can finally love myself again.
Read all of my poems
and become one with what I write.
Listen to the way I play the piano,
The way I occasionally sing off-pitch.
Notice how I chew my food,
What I sound like coming down the stairs.
Go through every corner of my chaotic mind,
and come out unafraid.
Emerge from my darkest memories
And fight away my fears.
On days when I am hard to love,
Love me like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
Love me in a clumsy, imperfect way.
I don’t care;
Just as long as you do.
Yes, YOU; The person reading this right now.
I just wanted to remind you, you’re worth more than you think. I know that, without even having to know you. Cut yourself some slack. Learn to hold your own hand. You can love yourself- and that is enough. I know you’re going through something tough lately, but that’s not a reason for you to feel unworthy. Think of that one thing you once did that you’re so proud of. See? You can achieve anything.
I think I finally realized what mistake I made with you. I didn’t just let myself love you; I let myself be owned by you. You became my only home. I let go of every habit, every aspiration and goal I had in life, and focused fully on becoming what you wanted me to be.
I was so overly-consumed in my attempt to perpetually please you, that I completely lost every inch of my identity. Who was I? A simulation of you. You- only smaller, and unoriginal.
Men won’t listen. Not even if you cry and scream.
I was only 16 when I was touched against my will.
Sex is not all we’re good for.
Our bodies aren’t yours to abuse.
Going home on foot still frightens me, mother.
You grabbed my hands and pressed against them with your fists so that I couldn’t move.
Now you’re older, perhaps you don’t remember what happened that day.
You never imagined it would happen to your daughter, too.
I was so hurt,
that I became sensitive.
I was broken
and so every time someone touched me,
Just a simple touch
was enough to make me cry and wail.
Situations I would previously be indifferent about
Now mattered more than my own mental health.
had become unbearable.
I couldn’t stand even the tiniest bit of heartbreak anymore;
I would simply break down.
I became weak.
All that trauma had softened me.
But I guess I deserved it.
For all the people I’ve hurt in the past,
all the empathy I used to lack;
I wonder how many hearts I’ve shattered,
How many fires I put out and turned people cold.
And just how I turned others into vulnerable beings
without feeling the tiniest bit of guilt,
It was my time to turn into one.
Love is made of silk
And there will always be a gap in life
That you’ll never quite be able to fill
May make you feel unworthy
I lull myself to sleep with the sweet song of our memories
Every time I smell that brand of cigarettes I think of you
I wish we could capture scents
just like we can capture images and record sounds
Scent is the most powerful of our senses
It is not the only one that can evoke feelings
But it’s the only one that can awaken memories
and take you back to a precise location at a precise time
Your heart may feel fragile right now
But it is constructed to be able to withstand
this pain you’re going through
In all its beautiful complexity
Its layers of powerful muscles
It will never allow something so small
To break it