Can It Please Finally Be The First Day I Don't Think Of You? I've Been Waiting Forever To Let You Go.

You moved on...I'm stuck

- My Hearts Thoughts

We both have stories to bury and none of us really know how deep we should dig. The dog keeps bringing the bones back home: he wants to play with our dead, he wants us to toss them just to see them come back again.

And here's how the story goes: I say there is nothing I wouldn't do for you.

You say there is nothing to be done.

I cannot carry the weight of your heart. I cannot carry it with me, it's too much.

So I'll throw it away, I will leave it behind, & I will offer the hole in my chest to another soul, one day, if they are in need of a place to land at the same time.

You say there is no time, only what we choose to do with it.

Good luck. Goodbye. Like sail boats; we’ll shimmy down the stream. It's been a year & I'm still waiting for that night to burn.

& here's how the story goes: everything ends up under the cathedral stones,

everything ends up right where we left it,

And I cannot walk past the old town without it tugging at my clothes.

My bby got upset over a Situation™️ and this is what I, an awkward Mexican, came up with. :) (11:51pm Oct. 30 2018)

You were my sunlight. I now live in a forever darkness. Yet, my love for you still burns as much as the sun. I'll always be yours, even if you're not mine.

- My Hearts Thoughts

"I love you" No you don't, your calling me a liar. A love without trust is like a ocean without salt... So a lie

- My Hearts Thoughts

10 pieces of advice to give yourself at the age of 20

At the age of 11, you learned that perfection does not always mean a flat tummy and a thigh gap. Go on and eat that second piece of cookie that you crave so much.

At the age of 12, you learned that just because you call her “mom” and him as “dad,” it doesn’t mean they inherently know how to be that. Also, suicide poison is not the cure for everything, it’s not a cure at all.

At the age of 13, you learned the difference between giving up and taking a rest. You might have given it your all but not make it. Remember to disregard everything that comes after but.

At the age of 14, you learned that standing up for everyone else does not mean that all of them will stand up for you when you need someone. Not one of them would be the first one to defend you, that spot is reserved for your name.

At the age of 15, you learned that people rarely mean what they say even if as a writer, you deem each and every word important. Learn to know the voices that speak sincerity and the voices that are just trying to get into your pants.

At the age of 16, you learned that letting go of people that only brings toxicity in your life is never a crime. Thinking about your own peace of mind does not make you selfish. Neither does placing yourself above that last number on your priority list.

At the age of 17, you learned that giving yourself to everyone willing could only lead to one thing: your own’s deterioration. Dear, you are more precious than someone who can’t even look into your eyes in the morning.

At the age of 18, you learned that loving and accepting yourself are two different things. Placing yourself in situations you are well aware of your self distraction is never loving yourself.

At the age of 19, you learned that lovers are not the only ones that can break your heart. People stay and go for a reason. Remember to treasure the rightful ones that life allowed to stay.

You’re 20 now and life has never been what you expected and planned it to be and that’s possibly the greatest thing that can happen into your life. You’re a writer but life writes with you, know when to let it leave significant marks and know when your own pen should be the one doing so.

written by bleakfantasies,  writing prompt #62: list 10 pieces of advice you’d give yourself

(via wnq-writers)

“FUCK YOU!!” I scream and throw your teddy bear across the room, something falls, something breaks. I don’t care, I love you. I can’t even say I loved you, I probably always will. I just left someone because I’m still too broken over you. My love life is ruined because nobody is going to be you. And I hate it, I hate you for it.

My Hearts Thoughts

"He was like a fleeting kiss.

Perfect, then gone."

- My Hearts Thoughts

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.

William Shakespeare (via lifeofquotations)

DUDE...imagine this being said to John Green, I`d cry

Each time I try to get up, your memory comes back & throws me back down to this pit of missing you. When does this heartbreak end?

-My Hearts Thoughts