1. Cleanse your life of them. Facebook, photos, messages, contact. You don’t need to see it anymore.
2. Realize that it’s over. Don’t torture yourself over the “just friends” bull. It’s not going to do anything but hurt.
3. Acknowledge that you’re still awesome. No one’s going to change that, and you don’t have time for anyone who makes you feel less than rad.
Remember the time I almost cried in the car because I told you about how my body is failing and how my mind is doing me more harm than good; how I don’t treat my body like the home I grew up in, but instead I treat it like a decaying ship at the bottom of the sea.
Remember the bruise on my shoulder, and the tender red mark across my collarbone? Remember how you kissed me and I cried, and I tried to tell you what a disaster I am but you wouldn’t listen? Remember how when you met me there was dirt under my skin and ten bodies buried between my teeth?
I woke up this morning and the pressure in my bones was gone; and I could feel spring in my lungs. I hope you know that all the metaphors in my chest spell out your name, and that I’m glowing these days.
Last night the stars told me I should be standing on your porch, waking the neighbors and yelling about how your hands belong in mine, and how I understand what people mean when they say they’re going home.
When I cried in the car, you kissed the back of my hand and told me you’re not letting me go anywhere, that you’ll help me fix my broken body; when I told you that I’m messy on the inside, you kissed my jaw and told me how far from messy I am. And that’s how I knew; this is what they’ve all been talking about. This is what it’s like to know where you belong; this is what it’s like to be home.
It felt mushy.
If he sees this post it will be really awkward. Hopefully he’s too busy right now to be reading through posts he’s tagged in.
*I should stress that it was an accident. He was stage diving. I was trying to hold him up. Hands ended up places.
I remember you.
"Well it’s an opinion so it can’t be wrong.”
Okay we are not 5 anymore, opinions can be wrong, your parents lied to you, your teachers lied to you. Not every comment you have will be valid, not everything you say needs to be heard.
And opinions can be and have been wrong.
But if you wanna hold that idea then it’s my OPINION that you’re a loser my opinion is right and valid, ur a loser now. Suck it loser.