#love #heartbreak #life

Sometimes the hardest part isn’t missing someone. It’s realizing how much of your life you’ve spent waiting for them to finally give you the time you so desperately waited for.

My heart is a canvas. You brush it crimson with your very hands. And I bleed through the cracks of my skull.

It’s not that the love stopped. It’s that loving someone in a way that keeps leaving you alone eventually becomes exhausting.

My heart is a flower, I was told by somebody years back. I smiled, blushed and took it as a compliment, failing to understand his intention of plucking it off and tearing it into bits.