I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up. (via trueheroinex) 55,373 notes
I drip apologies like a leaky faucet. When I open up to you, I immediately follow it with “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that.”
Like I’m apologizing for feeling.
Like I’m apologizing for telling someone who cares about me how I really feel.
When you tried wiping away the tears I left on your shirt I whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think.”
Like leaving a piece of yourself on someone’s sleeve is something to be ashamed of.
Like showing yourself in your rawest state is something to apologize for.
I stain your lips with the word sorry and leave the after taste of endless apologies after we kiss.
This poem is an apology to all my wasted nights saying sorry to people who never deserved it. Saying sorry as an excuse to stop fighting. Saying sorry for things that did not need an apology followed by them.
This poem is an apology for never saying sorry to the one person who deserved it most: me. I’m sorry for not valuing your actions and feelings enough to let them live without killing them with an apology.
apologies linger in my mouth like the taste of your tongue (via restrictedthoughts) 1,179 notes
I’m stuck here with all the choices I’ve made,
And the chances I was too afraid to take.
I’ve called myself young and stupid,
But lately I feel old and desperate.
I find it kind of weird how you find yourself when you have no one.
"Sixteen" - Real Friends 8 notes
I wanna get drunk and kiss a lot and not think for a while (via bl-ossomed) 18,305 notes