by all definitions, we were doomed from the start.

it was easy to see, even in the dimmest of daylights. we were built to fall apart, all makeshift building blocks and expired craft glue, trying to construct a hopeless home. or maybe we had hope, and we didn’t have anything else.

by all definitions, i was in love with you.

i refuse to gratify something that was only ever going to fail, but those building blocks were so goddamn easy to fall for. i remember everything we said we would do and never did, all of the “someday’s” we shared and feelings we promised to never let go of. an infinite present. a konfetti rose. an inimitable amount of heartbreak.

by all definitions, you forgot.

justifying being forgotten is the hardest thing i have ever had to do. i never made peace with it. i opened the softest parts of my heart, left the door open, waited for you to crawl in like you always said you would. i waited, and thieves entered and took all the good parts. i can’t believe i spent so much goddamn time waiting for you.

by all definitions, it’s over.

i learned how to lock the door, and take back the parts of me you let everyone steal. i learned to never trust the benefit of the doubt. i have blood on my hands, but god, at least i don’t collect hearts like snow globes on a shelf. our hopeless home was never a home at all.

- waiting is a disease and it only gets worse by the second (via urbanings)