When he locks you into his blue gaze and runs his fingertips along your neck; don’t fall for it. It’s all pretense. When he comes to your room night after night, bringing tokens of his love; don’t receive them. They’re deceptive.

Ten years later, I still remember how his gaze eventually turned to ice and made me shiver. And I’ll never forget how his love gifts ripped me wider than the sky’s expanse.

For his eyes were only empty cups. Even though I craved just one more glance, long after he’d gone. And his gifts were merely melancholic mixed tapes. But I still played them and thought: I might as well be on mars.

But, in case you don’t listen to me, just know the chasm between the pieces of your heart isn’t as wide as you think. And the pervasive, dreamless sleep that masquerades as peace won’t last forever.

And one more thing, you will forget his name. Because, in the end, your soul belongs to someone you haven’t even met yet. But you will.

Just hang on. Because you’re worth it.

Love, Me

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Today I did not think of you,

until I started writing.

But habits keep my pen alive,

Our story it keeps rewriting.

I have a hidden fear,

that this feeling will be lost,

Even though it has been killing me,

And retaining it has a cost.

But once my greatest love is gone,

there’s one thing left to do.

Reality sets in and I’ll finally move on.

I’ll let you go, I know it’s now,

you’re no longer mine to use.

I’ll find a different way to cope,

Without my heartbreak muse.

I couldn’t tell anyone. Couldn’t talk about it. You were so different our situations inexplicable. No one knew how deep the veins of my feelings for you ran. No one knew how much you affected me or hurt me or scared me. My mind twisted and broke under the pressure of your expectations. Expectations I never met.

Now you’ve gone. You’ve left me. For reasons incomprehensibly stupid to me bc you didn’t know me at all. You didn’t understand me one bit. The hurt for those trangressions seeming so pointless because I didn’t mean any of what you thought I said. Or meant. Now in the throngs of this heartbreak I have no one to turn to. Because no one knew. Wracked with a storm of rage and hurt and agony I can’t even show. The tears so close to the surface these days from how deeply your words always affected me are perplexed and wondering I just don’t let them fall. What am I to do now? Any future that doesn’t involve you, pointless.

And the thing above all, I’m so certain you won’t miss me one bit. I fear that instead of feeling like I do, there is relief coursing through your veins. You’re free. Free to find another woman like the ones you’ve lost before me. Like the ones who’s names hurt me because I will never and could never be. Will you miss me? Please tell me you will.

Please tell me this pain will end. Please. Never speak to me again. Not unless there are words of love which you stopped expressing long ago. You made me feel unworthy of love. If I never recover. It will be because of you. You called me evil. Evil? Such a strong word for such a misunderstanding. Evil. Maybe it’s you who is evil.

In the end it doesn't even matter. But it did matter. It mattered to everyone you helped work through their own demons. It mattered to a young high school kid with no mother who felt that no one cared. It mattered to those who were bullied and abused. It mattered to anyone who was searching for a way to express dark feelings. You definitely mattered to thousands you didn't even know. You mattered.