22/9/14

i.
fuck him;

you miss him sometimes but
he isn’t worth it. remember,

sometimes you missed him
when he was here too.

ii.
you know, I never cried over
the boy that broke my heart,

I think I was too surprised.

iii.
you have a room of ghosts and
a wardrobe of skeletons that
convince you that you’re scared
of the dark, until one night

you wake up and it’s 4am
and there’s a storm
outside the window, but your
heart is steady.

your heart is calm.

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