"I stopped going to therapy
because I knew my therapist was right
and I wanted to keep being wrong.
I wanted to keep my bad habits
like charms on a bracelet.
I did not want to be brave.
I think I like my brain best
in a bar fight with my heart.
I think I like myself a little broken.
I’m ok if that makes me less loved.
I like poetry better than therapy anyway.
The poems never judge me
for healing wrong."
"When he says
He doesn’t love you anymore,
Roll your shoulders back
And look him in the eye
And ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Tell him that there are boys
Who would be proud to say they’d loved you.
Tell him that in two years
You won’t even remember his name
If he did not know how to love you the first time,
He won’t know how to do it the next."
Buy me cute underwear and oversized hoodies and let me fall asleep in your lap
(Source: cuntoxica, via the-empire-skanks-back)