thewordsyouneverunderstood
I wonder if your friends high-fived you when you told them about us.
I wonder if you smiled when they patted you on the back, congratulating you for finally leaving.
I wonder if you think of me at all.
I wonder if you try to text me, only to greeted by an error message.
I wonder if you think of the conversations we had at 2am when neither of us could sleep.
I wonder if she’s prettier than me.
I wonder if she’s funnier, brighter, less dead inside.
I wonder if you told her about me.
I wonder if you refer to me as your “crazy ex-girlfriend.”
I wonder if you refer to me as the one that got away.
I wonder if you’re wondering.
God knows I am.
(I Don’t Want To Know) // heartofthebitter-mindofapoet (via heartofthebitter-mindofapoet)

I just, man this is beautiful. This is everything I’ve felt finally written down for me.

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thewordsyouneverunderstood
We were never anything right? You just called me on the nights when you couldn’t sleep. You told me you loved me after you had too many drinks and I believed you. God, how foolish of me to think that someone like you could ever actually love anything. You placed your hands all over me and I know that when you told your friends about it, they laughed. They called me naive, and on a scale from one to ten, I am. I am naive. I don’t know a damn thing. I don’t know why you never took me home to meet your mother, and I don’t know why you always silenced me, tried to keep me down. We were never anything really, but I wish we could have been.