My byebye blunt
i may just be blazed but… the smoke says love
it does omg I SEE IT
THAT THEY’RE NOT TRYING
BECAUSE HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW IF THEY’RE TRYING OR NOT
JUST BECAUSE IT DOESN’T LIVE UP TO YOUR STANDARDS DOESN’T MEAN THEY’RE NOT TRYING
They don’t tell you that the first time a boy loves you and then leaves you will cause an ache in your bones so chilling that you can’t imagine being warm without his arms around you again.
They don’t tell you that you’re going to feel broken, like he snapped your rib cage in half to get to your heart and left a gaping hole in your chest.
They don’t tell you that you will quite literally fall apart in the car, sobbing until you can’t breathe, and even after you shower and fall asleep, you’ll wake up crying the next morning.
They don’t tell you that he’ll be everywhere you look; the necklace he gave you, his favorite book sitting in the corner of your room, the first place you went on a date, his cologne on a stranger’s body.
They don’t even think to tell you that you will try to find this boy in every person you meet, that you’ll desperately look for that piece of yourself he took.
No one ever tells you that someone so beautiful, who burned so brightly could fizzle out so fast and leave such a searing wound on your heart.
"i’m not bitter" i say, bitterly, with a bitter expression