untexting:

it’s so sad when you crave someone you can’t have

I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don’t say.
― Virginia Woolf (via poetrea)

I can’t get rid of you, see, because you fuck me up so hard that without you, I wouldn’t know poetry. I fucking love you but you keep leaving me alone to lick the places that you made bleed.

I keep coming back. I keep coming back. I live for the moments you remember to love me. I breathe for the bruises your hatred gives me. I don’t know how to quit you. I don’t know how how to scrub you out of my skin. I’m mistaking your calloused palms for passion. I love how you fuck me but when you fuck me over I love how sad it makes me because goddamn without the blue how would I know what red is.

I know it’s bad but I just can’t stop letting you in. You’re leaving me scarred but at least it makes me interesting. You’re gonna break me. I know it. I can tell. But right now, I love that I hurt like hell.

r.i.d // Excerpts from My Dreams (via inkskinned)