You’re looking for a poem to tell you why your heart is broken into every piece. You’re looking for someone to compare all the ways he didn’t love you to a rose and how even when it turns black with death, it’s still lovely. There aren’t words that will make your phone’s silence easier, trust me. You’re alone tonight and he’s probably thinking about someone else; there’s nothing poetic about that.
Rebeka Anne, don’t give him the satisfaction of leaving something beautiful behind. your heartbreak isn’t pretty.  (via versteur)