to my darling little sister,
your first heartbreak will be a thunderstorm
daggers will fall right through your bones
and the place where your heart used to be
will ache every night and in the morning at 3
my darling little sister
you will curl up in sheets of blankets
and your thoughts will start to consume you
you'll start imagining things that should've happened
but constantly rethinking because it never could happen
your eyes will be sore
and there will no longer be a curve on your face
because the smile you once wore has now been replaced
replaced with loathe and confusion
he said "it's not you, it's me"
but you think, no, no that can't be
there's definitely something wrong with me
there has to be something wrong with me
so you bathe in this pool of self pity
thinking what did i do wrong?
why amongst this haze of love
did he decide to end this song?
my darling little sister
this is not a romanticisation because this is real
as real as the day he turns away
as real as the desire that suffocates your lung
as real as the despair that lingers on your tongue
to my darling little sister,
your first heartbreak will be a thunderstorm
but my words are honest when i say that time is necessary,
that the wounds will heal and the pain is temporary
and although it might leave you with a a scar
you'll go by many more heartbreaks
just like your big sister, you'll learn to dance
even in the storm
I think I’ve lived long enough to know that
every ‘quote’ has it’s own paradox
Because quite honestly if you follow one, you’ll reach some sort of deadlock
Because what even is ‘abscence makes the heart grow fonder’
It’s a silly phrase someone wrote, when they couldn’t hold their loved ones any longer
Or how bout that other one
Where you should place your heart on fate and destiny
Let that person go if you love them oh but side effect is that the pain will sink in quite dreadfully
That’s not love, love isn’t made of quotes and concepts
It’s not a Hollywood rom-com it’s an on going prospect
It’s growing together and making mistakes
Sharing your ideas, sharing mixtapes
It’s laughing in unison at your own jokes, and blasting Slayer after I put on The Strokes
It’s crying on a shoulder you can put your trust on,
It’s a 3am phone call when no one else can be relied upon
It’s entangling two minds and creating a bond
It’s the sick worried feeling when the other doesn’t respond
It’s a heck of a tolerance and understanding
And loving the soul, because looks aren’t everlasting
It’s a million other things that no one ever taught you
You learn yourself because it’s different every time you go through
That feeling when you catch a glimpse of them starring back
The you, you once knew, stopped seeing in white and black
There’s pink, and blue a different name for a different hue
Torquoise, crimson, amber, it’s us, it’s me, it’s you.
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