“The first draft of this was all cuss words, but now there’s an actual poem…
To the random dude who starting dating my ex-girlfriend two days after we broke up: yes, I read that on facebook. When I saw that you were in a relationship with the girl I thought I would someday spend the rest of my life with, I walked outside, I said to myself, there’s no way Ashton Kutcher is gonna catch me off guard, I waited 45 minutes. Then I realized there hasn’t been a new episode of Punk’d in almost 4 years. I suppose I’m the only practical joke in this entire situation…
3. I’m sorry for hating you so much. I know, it makes no sense to have this much anger toward a man I’ve never actually met face to face - but my definition of love is being robbed in an alley, 8 times in a row and hoping there’s something about today that makes all of this different. There’s nothing logical about cutting off the most important parts of yourself and putting them inside of hands that shake, that tremble, that crack like a Haitian sidewalk.
4. There is nothing rational about love. Love stutters when it gets nervous. Love trips over its own shoe laces. Love is clumsy and my heart refuses to wear a helmet…
6. I was told that time would heal all wounds. But what exactly do you do on days when it feels like the hands on your clock have arthritis?
8….I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.
Rudy Francisco- To the New Boyfriend
(Source: fuckiminmy20s)
*A definition not found in the dictionary*
Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children.
Bonfire
Ello there, friends! Here’s the link to the info on the Bonfire, hope you guys can find a way here and keep me posted!
Damn - Mosaek, EPonym, & Esta
(Source: flimzy)
