If a guy truly likes you, but for personal reasons he needs to take things slow, he will let you know that immediately. He won’t keep you guessing, because he’ll want to make sure you don’t get frustrated and go away.
When people ask about you the only thing I know how to say anymore is that there was no fucking cure
you were the disease and I was the body you infected
Because listen
Your love came into my system like a needed vaccine. Like an answer to all of the problems. So I welcomed you into my blood, my proteins, into my fucking atoms. I let you in on a molecular level. You felt like heaven to a body that had only ever known hell. But I can’t put into words how wrong I was about you because dear God, you fucked me up. You turned into a virus you invaded all of my goodness you weren’t a vaccine you were the disease and I was just trying to fight it. You’re the infection and my immune system didn’t fucking realize it because it welcomed you in like you deserved to be there. Like you belonged as a part of me.
But you were poison you were turning my blood purple you were turning my head inside out I felt like my brain didn’t want to be a part of me anymore. Like you hit it with the most wonderful kinds of drugs with bursts of dopamine and serotonin but the oxytocin and love from every fucking angle doesn’t help if you just rip them away. You took my heart away you took the love from my brain and you sucked darkness into every part of my system. So now all I’ve got left is a broken heart and the remains of a broken down infection.
nostalgia is a liar. nothing was ever as good as you remember it to be. there’s a reason you don’t talk to that person anymore, there’s a reason you’re not part of each other’s lives. don’t trust nostalgia. grieve. reflect. move on.
Do you ever get that feeling when
you’re sitting in your room
alone
your thoughts wander
you’re not crying
but you just feel sad and empty
replaying moments from your life
and wondering
where did it all go wrong
