Breakup Quotes

“His nakedness makes me conscious of my nakedness. He’s too close even though he’s not. When his eyes linger on my bare shoulder, I feel as if the water has suddenly gone cold. I don’t want to feel this, but I do. I’m conscious of my eyes settling at various parts of his body. I want to look away, look at his eyes or something, but I can’t. It roves on his body like I’m roadside lover. “
The poet Mahmoud the Palestinian said this after he loved an Israeli woman: “And I love you despite my tribe, my city, and the chains of customs, but I fear that if I sell everyone, you will sell me, and I will return with disappointment.” After he discovered that she did not love him and that she was an intelligence spy for Israel, he said: I felt that my country was occupied again.
It's scary to see how much has changed and also nothing has changed. 
if you told me this year I'd lose my comfort job 
if you told me this year I'd lose my best friend  
if you told me this year I'd lose myself 
I wouldn't believe you. 
I don't know where to go from here. 
" then you're lucky you're mad. that way you won't miss them "


i couldn't make it poetic or ornate
i was simply at a loss.







when the words failed me, the image of
stańczyk came to mind.

but alas he was invited to the party.

so it wasn't enough, wasn't the same.
I'm experiencing a different kind of pain.


 
i don't want to go
i don't want to go
i don't want to go
can't, won't do it anymore

maybe you're not listening.
maybe i want to come clean.
the itching in my ear woke me up.
then i heard the clink of a glass cup.
i put two and two together.

maybe you're not listening.
maybe i want to come clean.
i almost cried on my way to work.
heard a lyric about family and my eyes hurt.
i put two and two together.

maybe you're not listening.
maybe i want to come clean.
you're feeling sick and want my help.
i drowned you out and soothed myself.
i want you to put two and two together.
let go

cheeks burning, mind racing.
i couldn't bury this lovely feeling. 
a warm touch,  i was star struck.
 you said you'd give me the world
if i gave you a chance.

i was elated, started sprinting.
next second only i'm limping.

 lungs burning, eyes stinging,
you gave me a new reason.

it was rose glasses, blind-sided.
said you want to try something.
smooth talker, hypnotist.
"it's okay baby", i'm spineless.
i didn't want to let you down.


 sandy beach, yacht club,
a surprise trip, i've got to come.
 introverted, my battery drained.
"pull it together", i play pretend.
so its black dress, pursed lips,
i'll be the best actress.


now snows falling, burst bubble,
you said she just wanted trouble.
i cried myself to sleep for weeks.
deflated, bent backwards.
still wanted a better reason.
you just had to make it right.


it was one step, plus two
they don't mean a thing to you.

sweet talker, strategist,
i became your little airhead.
deep down, i knew it wasn't right.


head spinning, dirty feeling.
all you did was dream selling.
want you to give us one last try,
 promise to be a better guy.
heart aching, there's no changing.
at least just tell me one last lie.
 


it's not working out

I thought we were perfect once. That we could balance each other out, that I would give you the inspiration you crave and you would give me the peace I am so desperate for. But maybe we’re not meant for each other. You’re not my type and I’m not your type and so why are we back here again?We took a break for a year. We avoided each other, barely spoke. I avoided your places, your haunts, even your friends. I took a backstep in my own life, returned to old habits and lost my desire for others because some nights, all I could think about was you. I wanted you, even when you desperately wanted someone else. And it wasn’t just that kind of romantic love - it was the kind of love where we could talk to each other about anything, be happy in silence, be happy with nothing.And I loved you, even though each time you answered my questions I felt like my heart was breaking. I couldn’t keep the scraps of me together and instead I let them aside, and parts of me were lost too. Why do I let you have so much of me? I give you so much leeway, we both knew it. So why do you keep sabotaging this, even just the threads of our friendship?Why do you want to irrevocably destroy who I am, destroy the parts of me that make me who I am, make me feel like I am not worthy of anything? Somedays I blame you and somedays I can’t because I can’t help but feel you’re right. That I don’t deserve anything more than to be destroyed. I keep thinking and thinking. I don’t know what lies next. I want you and I don’t. I want us to be friends, to lean on each other. But sometimes I think I want more. To try this idea of dating, this question that hovers between us, that prevents us from being just friends. What is this whisper that our bodies seem to give around each other? There’s a question that lies in the air between us, a thought that we can never really put away. You have anxiety around me. I have anxiety around you.But sometimes I wonder if anxiety and desire are one and the same.That we could be it for each other. I wonder if we could last if we got through this. Or if we would just end in heartbreak, both in pieces that we can’t re-build. Why can’t we be friends with exes? Why can we not say that the part of our lives where we in love with each other is over, and that now we are just happy to be friends?This is a slow love story. And the ending is still in question. Maybe it has a happy ending. Maybe it doesn’t. I wish I knew.
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