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when she cries her tears are edged with mascara and knowledge.
she's hiding under the layers and layers of makeup he slathered onto her. for the sake of making her beautiful. she's so used to the same product, but she knows she needs a new makeup remover. one that will work, wipe and clear her mind. because she doesn't need this -- but she wants it.
she's digging through the chaos of her mind, struggling to find a piece of clarity. but all she can find is despair and nights on the couch with ice cream in her lap and a phone to her ear. i thought he was the one for me, but i was wrong. again. it hurts, and sometimes when the clarity strikes her across the cheeks she realises she can't do it anymore. she can't take this anymore.
she murmurs to herself like she's suffering from a mental illness. 'he was this to me. he was that to me. but she's never asked herself what she really wanted. all she's been taught to do, time after time, was to keep his smiles under her pillows, hoping the smile fairy might grant her one wish for all her trades. as for the frowns, she stored those on her face.
but this friday night is different, she tells herself; she's listening to someone else wailing about their ex on the radio. she's smiling and her lips don't hurt, she's happy for once. then her phone lights up and she finds a text from her boyfriend. he says, this isn't working for me anymore. i'm sorry. half an hour later her best friend texts too and she says, jason was kissing alice down by the toilets. i'm sorry. she kicks the radio off the bed until it clicks itself into silence.
she snaps.
i'm sick of this. i'm sick of the same boys, the same feelings, the same disappointment. there must be something wrong with her then. how could she not find something as simple as love? it wasn't supposed to be complex. wasn't it just like Romeo and Juliet? sure, they both died at the end. but they were in love. they were in love.
five hours later, a bird warbles outside her window as she throws clothes into her backpack. her ipod hums love story into her ears, and she lets the tears slide down her face until she sees only grey. she folds against the wall, shaking, wondering what it will cost her to find a modern-day Romeo. but she already knows. she already knows that if she finds him, he will leave her for a prettier girl with tragedy in her eyes and beauty in her bones. she already knows, and today is the day she's going to make things change.
she beats it into herself, cramming the crevices and veins in her soul, that she will either find a way out of this vicious cycle of false love and heartbreak or she'll become one of those beautiful girls who will actually touch the surface of love. she had spent so long, put in so much energy to protect him and her. and every single time, he would leave her. carrying her belongings and weighed down heart, she took a while to lug herself out and start a new story. this love story was not hers, will never be. but she's been through this before, she curses to the skies and wonders why she can't stop crying, why can't she stop feeling, why can't things stop screwing up. one thought echoes inside, 'when will someone fall in love with me? when will i get my happily ever after?'"
and so she leaves.
backpack slung over her shoulder, she slams the door behind her. today is autumn but still somehow beautiful, even though things are falling apart. the sun is gold in the sky. she keeps on walking and she can almost convince herself that if she moves, if she just keeps on moving, she will be okay, she will be walking towards her own happily ever after. if she just keeps on running away from her tattered life, she will be safe from pain. maybe, fifteen miles from her old life and travelling down the interstate to nowhere, she will finally be able to escape heartbreak.
even if it breaks her heart.
she's hiding under the layers and layers of makeup he slathered onto her. for the sake of making her beautiful. she's so used to the same product, but she knows she needs a new makeup remover. one that will work, wipe and clear her mind. because she doesn't need this -- but she wants it.
she's digging through the chaos of her mind, struggling to find a piece of clarity. but all she can find is despair and nights on the couch with ice cream in her lap and a phone to her ear. i thought he was the one for me, but i was wrong. again. it hurts, and sometimes when the clarity strikes her across the cheeks she realises she can't do it anymore. she can't take this anymore.
she murmurs to herself like she's suffering from a mental illness. 'he was this to me. he was that to me. but she's never asked herself what she really wanted. all she's been taught to do, time after time, was to keep his smiles under her pillows, hoping the smile fairy might grant her one wish for all her trades. as for the frowns, she stored those on her face.
but this friday night is different, she tells herself; she's listening to someone else wailing about their ex on the radio. she's smiling and her lips don't hurt, she's happy for once. then her phone lights up and she finds a text from her boyfriend. he says, this isn't working for me anymore. i'm sorry. half an hour later her best friend texts too and she says, jason was kissing alice down by the toilets. i'm sorry. she kicks the radio off the bed until it clicks itself into silence.
she snaps.
i'm sick of this. i'm sick of the same boys, the same feelings, the same disappointment. there must be something wrong with her then. how could she not find something as simple as love? it wasn't supposed to be complex. wasn't it just like Romeo and Juliet? sure, they both died at the end. but they were in love. they were in love.
five hours later, a bird warbles outside her window as she throws clothes into her backpack. her ipod hums love story into her ears, and she lets the tears slide down her face until she sees only grey. she folds against the wall, shaking, wondering what it will cost her to find a modern-day Romeo. but she already knows. she already knows that if she finds him, he will leave her for a prettier girl with tragedy in her eyes and beauty in her bones. she already knows, and today is the day she's going to make things change.
she beats it into herself, cramming the crevices and veins in her soul, that she will either find a way out of this vicious cycle of false love and heartbreak or she'll become one of those beautiful girls who will actually touch the surface of love. she had spent so long, put in so much energy to protect him and her. and every single time, he would leave her. carrying her belongings and weighed down heart, she took a while to lug herself out and start a new story. this love story was not hers, will never be. but she's been through this before, she curses to the skies and wonders why she can't stop crying, why can't she stop feeling, why can't things stop screwing up. one thought echoes inside, 'when will someone fall in love with me? when will i get my happily ever after?'"
and so she leaves.
backpack slung over her shoulder, she slams the door behind her. today is autumn but still somehow beautiful, even though things are falling apart. the sun is gold in the sky. she keeps on walking and she can almost convince herself that if she moves, if she just keeps on moving, she will be okay, she will be walking towards her own happily ever after. if she just keeps on running away from her tattered life, she will be safe from pain. maybe, fifteen miles from her old life and travelling down the interstate to nowhere, she will finally be able to escape heartbreak.
even if it breaks her heart.
Literature
Heartbreak
The empty void that cannot be filled
The sweet and bitter sorrow
Knowing that things just simply won't
Get any better tomorrow
The feeling that makes you want to scream
Until the bloody day is done
As you throw those love letters away
One by one
Can't forget the good times
Can't pretend the fun was all a lie
Can't wish I didn't remember
Because it hurts when he walks by
Reminiscing all the while
The laughs, the smiles, the secrets
Memories and hopes shattered
While my broken heart still frets
Standing here all alone
You'd think the pain would dull
But singing all the songs in the world
These thoughts reverberate against my
Literature
i call this a heptahedron.
i'm nothing but a washed up cliché
with pages of poetry locked behind my eyes
and forced under my damaged fingernails.
skin is my canvas, an empty slate,
and i'm painting stars in colors that do not have
names; colors that only exist in my mind.
every day is a wait for 11:11 and the opportunity
to discuss my darkest secrets with four-leaved clovers
and moving lights in the night sky.
i'm dancing on the tips of my toes
to avoid stepping on cracks in the pavement
and killing a family of ants.
i spend afternoons making up religions
and teaching them to my stuffed animals
just so i can f
Literature
nine reasons why you should
nine reasons why you should never love a poet:
one.
we like to hear things like 'you're beautiful' and
'i'd die without you' but deep inside we always know
you don't mean it.
and it just tears us apart slowly, no matter how much
we love those poisonous lies.
two.
and when you ask 'are you okay?', we're going to
answer with 'i'm fine'. and you'll hear that
even if our bones are shattering inside of us and
our hands are trembling from all the hurt that we go through.
three.
because we play our music too-loud-to-bear so that,
when we're all alone,
it chases away the thoughts that come with the silence:
things that haun
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Heart break is something that takes over you both mentally and physically. You've done a great job of really showing the emotional and mental troubles heartbreak brings