Nikole. 21. Texas.
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Maybe you’ll come back differently.
Maybe you’ll have already visited the moon
by then, and you’ll realize you didn’t really need
space after all.
Maybe I won’t even recognize you.
I honestly don’t know how you want me to believe in you.
There’s no other way to say this, but
I could have loved you until I turned blue in the face.
You’re thinking about your ex-girlfriend’s
shoulders while reading my poems again,
and I can’t stop you this time.
It’s always the same with you.
I hand over my heart, and you run from
the blood of it.
I hand over my heart,
and you hide your hands in your pockets like
it’s a disease with a name too long to pronounce.
Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing to me.
I turned myself inside out so you could wear me around
as proof that someone cared.
I’m taking this back for all the days I waited for you
to love me.
For all the days I was too tired to do it myself.
Y.Z, sometimes it really isn’t worth the wait (via