This will be my last confession
I love you never felt like any blessing 
Whispering like it’s a secret 
Only to condemn the one who hears it
With a heavy heart

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The boy with blue eyes,
will not save you. His poetry is not a bandage for your cuts, or a rope for you to hold onto. His words are empty; clichés written purely because he was bored.

The boy with blue eyes,
does not love you. He kisses you just because he wants someone to kiss, and “I love you” is code for, “I don’t want to be alone.” He does not want to marry you.

The boy with blue eyes,
is not going to stay forever. He will change his mind about leaving you just to string you along for a month more while telling you how cute that other girl is. For him, forever is not infinite.

The boy with blue eyes,
will not want you back. He will just want someone to talk to for the summer. When the season ends, so will any talk of reconciliation. He will cut you off again like you are nothing.

The boy with blue eyes,
Will not save you.
Does not love you.
Is not going to stay forever.
Will not want you back.
Does not deserve you.

― Things I Wish I Could Tell My Past Self (via mutilatedmemories)
If the world was blind, how many people would you impress?
― (via soulsscrawl)

(Source: hedonistpoet)

Try to say nothing negative about anybody for three days, for forty-five days, for three months. See what happens to your life.
― Yoko Ono (via soulsscrawl)

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