november sixteenth

too young to notice, and too dumb to care

Love was a story that couldn't compare.

I said, "Girl, can I tell you a wonderful thing? I made you a present with paper and string. Open with care now I'm asking you please, you know that I love you will you marry me?"

Now, son, I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things. You'll learn one day, I'll hope and I'll pray that God shows you differently

She said, "Boy, can I tell you a terrible thing? It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks. Please don't be sad now, I really believe you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me."

Slow, so slow, I fell the the ground on my knees. So don't fall in love there's just too much to lose, and if given the choice then I'm begging you choose to walk away, walk away, don't let her get you. I can't bear to see the same happen to you. Now, son I'm only telling you this because life can do terrible things.

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.



      — It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)


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tvspecial:

whorville:

I could win an Olympic gold medal in being ignored

did someone say something



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"I look at you and I think how much I love you, how perfect you are inside and out. And then I look at me and I will never understand why you love me. I know I’m not good enough and I’m so afraid that one day, you’ll find someone better.

      — I’ll never be good enough (via kissmyscarsdarling)


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lovephotografing:

…maybe.. on We Heart It.

lovephotografing:

…maybe.. on We Heart It.