Love does not stop for
Time or space or anything
It has no regard
"I don’t want to lose you— not again."
"You never had me in the first place."
"Don’t try to figure me out. It will only exhaust you."
— truth (via solacity)
(Source: ordinary-magic-wisdom, via covered-in-bandaids)
"Pain makes for a beautiful story."
at the first hint of warmth,
the lady bugs came out
to feel the sunshine on their legs.
What the lady bugs didn’t know,
was that the false-spring
would soon come to an end
and so would their lives.
I, like the lady bugs,
have entered the world
with premature hope and happiness. Just as I am feeling the sunshine
thaw out my bones,
just as easily the cold will creep back in
and freeze me over one last time."
— Alexis H., four more weeks of winter
I’ve made it 91 days harm-free and I feel like that is about to end.. Shit
"I’m the ocean and you are the beach
For I get closer to you
For fear of getting too close
But every time I go
I take a bit of you with me
To become part of my ocean floor
And bury all of my secrets —Wrecked ships
Under a layer composed of you"
— Alexis H., Ocean Floor
"When you first met me, I seemed to be composed of Daisy petals and silk that came straight from light rays of the sun— but the more you began to know me and inspect me, the more you saw that I was actually made up of sandpapery bits and shards of glass, all scarred from the past ones that tried to fuse me together with rigid moves of a blowtorch. I warned you, with highlighter caution tape that blocked off the entrance to my heart, that you were not allowed in. But you, thinking you were welcome anywhere, ripped the plasticky strips of yellow meaninglessness and broke down the door and latch that held me together. You left footprints everywhere in each of the chambers of my heart, like a kid writing his name in concrete— you shall remain there permanently. When you saw there was nothing inside, but the hollowness that echoed your name, you began searching for something, anything, to fix. You thought you were the handyman of my soul, but I think you did more damage than repair work. You dusted the cobwebs out of the corners, and carved out pieces, replacing them with framed photographs of you and me. You swept up the shards of glass and even cut yourself on all of the pieces you tried picking up bare-handed. You drizzled it in a layer of clear, glossy top coat, thinking the mod podge would preserve what we had for eternity. Walking out of my heart, you left behind all the things that were you, but nothing that was me. You looked into my eyes, and this time the smile faded, for you could tell your hard work was not beneficial to either of us. You slumped down from exhaustion and looked down at your own hands, covered in more scars than skin. You were so fixated on fixing me, instead of coinciding with me, that you broke yourself on pieces of me. I left— I left so you could heal, and so the scars could fade. I left so the tears would dry and the emptiness in your heart from all of your hard work could be replaced with someone new and appreciative. We’ll never forget each other though, for I’ve got pictures of you and footprints permanently mounted in my heart, and you’ve got scarred hands."
— Alexis H., This is why things went wrong
I wear my heart on my sleeve
And forget to take it off
Before doing the laundry
So each time
It goes through the spin cycle
It frays and fades
Soon there will be nothing left
— Alexis H., Doing laundry
"Don’t fall in love with me"
— Alexis H., I will destroy you