I just wanted to let you know

I talked to God last night.

He didn’t say much,

And neither did I.

But what words we did say

Gave me such small hope, 

That even a twice prodigal son

Can still find a way home.

(via pureblyss)

I wonder if your friends high-fived you when you told them about us.
I wonder if you smiled when they patted you on the back, congratulating you for finally leaving.
I wonder if you think of me at all.
I wonder if you try to text me, only to greeted by an error message.
I wonder if you think of the conversations we had at 2am when neither of us could sleep.
I wonder if she’s prettier than me.
I wonder if she’s funnier, brighter, less dead inside.
I wonder if you told her about me.
I wonder if you refer to me as your “crazy ex-girlfriend.”
I wonder if you think of me as the one that got away.
I wonder if you’re wondering.
God knows I am.

(I Don’t Want To Know) // heartofthebitter-mindofapoet (via heartofthebitter-mindofapoet)

(via learningtoloveeee)

I stumble over poems
and photographs that
remind me of you, and
I think of how I would
send them to you if I knew
they wouldn’t be ignored.
I think of how I’d say, “This
is so cute, it reminded me of
you,” and I picture you maybe
glancing at it, replying, “Yeah cool,”
and carrying on with whatever
was more important than me.
I remind myself of all those nights
I drank too much and insisted
on reciting my favorite poems
to you over the phone,
and I swear I could feel you
rolling your eyes from 527 miles away
and I could hear the annoyance
in your voice when you impatiently
asked, “Are you done?”
When I finally gained the courage
to ask you to read my poetry,
you scanned the page,
handed it back to me and
simply said, “This shit is
too sad to read.”
I think I should’ve known you
weren’t the one.
I should’ve known you’d
decide the words I spill
are more dangerous than
blood and leave me with
a pen and notebook
with years of I love
you’s torn out.
I should’ve known that even
then, you’d be all I was
writing about.

— I Loved Poetry More Than You // heartofthebitter-mindofapoet (via heartofthebitter-mindofapoet)

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