A broken heart. Is like a broken wing. It will sometimes heal overtime. But sometimes the cracks will always be there. Slowly falling apart.
A broken heart. Is like a broken wing. It will sometimes heal overtime. But sometimes the cracks will always be there. Slowly falling apart.
When I don’t speak, it’s because you have said something that has cut a little too deep, something that makes my heart break, something that takes me back to when I wasn’t any kind of importance … to anyone.
When I start to cry, it’s because you have hurt me in a way that someone else already has, in a way that I never thought you would have.
& when I argue, It’s because i know as soon as you storm off, I know I will be left alone…having every feeling of being wrong & worthless known to man surround me.

(Source: xbeautifulinmyownway, via bornthiswayduh)
So, my boyfriend left for Texas Friday night to get things ready for me & the kids…
I have talked to him probably a total of 6 hours…
& I don’t even know when I am gonna leave here to go there…
I have cried every night & some parts of the day because of how alone I feel without him…
Not even going to lie, this shit sucks.
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