Catarine Hancock

but if they love me,
they stay quiet.
because the thought
of them breaking my heart
is enough to suck the
words from their tongues.

find a home away from home for yourself, whether it be the gym floor, the computer lab, or the auditorium stage. you will need one.

i cried because i was

full of dead stars and broken debris,

but you still called me

beautiful.

rule #1: never cry over a fuckboy (how to get over someone in a month and a half)

you have to learn how to breathe with pieces of your heart piercing your lungs.

i hope you think of the rise and fall of my chest with every breath i took, how i breathed for you.

it was all for you.

the problem with

being in love

when you’re 13

is that you have no clue

how to love somebody

without placing your entire

self-worth on them.

if they love you,

you love you.

if they leave,

your self-esteem

goes with them

you gave me

sonnets and soliloquies:

an entire ocean of words.

when you left,

you did not take them

with you.

tell me,

what else was i supposed to do

these are the kinds of people you should surround yourself with:

those who will hold you as you cry