Please do yourself a favour and cut out anyone in your life that leaves you emotionally exhausted.
I want it to be you.
I want to be the lucky one, the
one who wakes up with you
on a Saturday afternoon.
The one who kisses you goodnight
even if I’m still mad at you.
I want so badly
to get to write about you, for
the rest of my life;
without getting my heart broken.
I look at you and I see
so much more than a home.
I want it to be you
for as long as possible.
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self-destruction doesn’t always look like taking too many pills or cutting your skin open. sometimes it’s drinking coffee when you know caffeine gives you panic attacks. sometimes it’s crossing the street without looking both ways. sometimes it’s showering with the water a little too hot. sometimes it’s avoiding eye contact with your reflection in the mirror or ridiculing your problems rather than addressing them. sometimes it’s walking out without sunscreen in scorching heat and not wearing enough when it’s freezing out. self destruction isn’t always physical mutilation, mostly it’s masked as little things so never assume what someone may be going through just bc they don’t show you visible signs of suffering.
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