Amanda Cirocco

You keep leaving pieces of yourself in the palm of my hands, and taking them back before I can hold onto you.

We deserve answers, we deserve closure from situations that have changed us. We deserve to know the truth. We deserve a lot, but we aren’t guaranteed any of it.

I think it’s easier for us to want than actually work for what it is we are trying to achieve.

You told me that you hope if it’s not you, that someone else will make me feel comfortable and special and loved- because I “deserved” that.

I think of you at 3 a.m. and miss the feeling, the one of you next to me.

We end up losing pieces of ourselves, trying to connect the ones that don’t fit.

Every time I wrote, “You hurt me. You made me feel worthless. You didn’t love me” I was putting you in place of myself.

I’ll be spilling out my heart onto crisp sheets of white lined paper until there’s nothing left of me.

Walk in circles for a while if you need to. Just whatever you do, find out what is on the other side. There are so many brighter sights to see than this dim, fading light that you’ve been fighting to turn off.

It’s quite funny in a cynical, and slightly ironic way but, you’re a lot like the weather- unpredictable, irregular, impulsive but more so- powerful.

I hope he tells you he wants you, and only you- that you are it.

You can’t stop it, it’s inevitable & in order for it to be love it must be mutual, reciprocated, shared