the thing about my person -

is that he is impossible to write about.

no words could come close to merely describing

him.

nothing nowhere could hold such a huge space

in my brain

and in my heart.

no words could express how i feel about him -

or how he felt for me.

no picture could encompass

the way i look at him -

or the way he looked at me.

but words could end any possible chance

at ever telling him these thoughts

or ever telling him my love

for him that grew

every single day

i lost my favorite person that day,

and in turn -

the world lost a lot of me.

im just passing through every day feeling numb

and dejected

and incredibly rejected

by the person with access to my heart and soul.

my person.

my favorite person.

i know we're young

but growing too quick

made us feel emotions more intense,

yet have no idea how to manage

or take care of them.

and i guess that is why we didn't work

we felt too much

with no maturity

to maintain

what we had been given -

only how to take what

we were given

and take it

for granted

the thing about my person

is that he broke my heart.

•••

"I was 15 years old, laying on my bedroom floor, shaking and trying to shove my heart back into my chest after you told me you didn't love me anymore and I'm covered in scars and there are still nights when I find myself trying to hold my bones together with bleeding hands and breathing gets hard but fuck, if I can survive you and the way you tore me apart I can survive anything."

- (via idktorn)