It’s midnight. I’m thinking of you, except when I open my mouth, I can’t bring myself to say your name, and when I close my eyes the
only tears I shed are dry, and I can’t fall asleep because somewhere I know you’re asleep thinking of them. And at this moment I know I’m finished and I’m cured because you’ve taken the best part of me and I’ve learned to live without it at last.
I’ve closed more doors than I can count
but still people are drawn to me
like moths to an open flame.
‘Look at that girl,
look at how she wears her sadness so well.’
But it is not an accessory I can easily take off.
My pain does not make me interesting,
it just makes me human.
Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.
you are allowed to terminate toxic relationships
you are allowed to walk away from people who hurt you
you are allowed to be angry and selfish and unforgiving
you don’t owe anyone an explanation for taking care of yourself
(Source: , via wanderdead)