Words of a teenage escapist.

you’re like a book i’m going to put at the farthest section of my bookcase so that i’ll never get to read all your words again and i can burn you from my memories and spread the ashes around all the places we spent countless hours tracing patterns against each other’s skin, when i was intoxicated by the scent of your laughter and the evening dew. i’m going to put you away so that i can finally put my heart to rest and not beat myself up over pointless worries because when i asked you if you loved me as much as i loved you, you just looked me in the eye and replied,

“i never loved you.”

cross-posted from my side blog on tumblr where i post random ramblings and short pieces of writings