Skyler Leyva

You will feel sorry for him that he only knew how to hurt, not heal.

I’m tired of lying in bed for so long that my thoughts become sad and numb.

We do not belong together and it breaks my heart to say it.

Through the nights of crying and the days of walking past you with my head down and my stomach sucked in, I have learned a lesson that will get me through the hardest of times.

Sing. In front of the mirror, in your car, while making coffee. Just let it all out.

How did we end up so far apart when we promised to always stay together?

nap some selfies while you two are laying on the couch. Or better yet, take pictures of her without her knowing and tell her how beautiful you think she is.

He supports who I am and what I love to do. He has never criticized my writing, but encouraged me to continue to push boundaries and explore my mind even further.

How does it feel to know that every place on his body that you are touching and discovering, everything that is so new to you, I have already visited and kissed and loved.

I hope you don’t play her our song. I hope you still think of me.

Thank you for being the perfect body for me.

If you are like me and love someone with an addiction, just let them know you are there for them.

I let you in. I let you into my house and under my skin and I let you course through my veins and become a part of my every day and you still left.

Emotional abuse isn’t funny. And it also isn’t what you think it would be.

No one has the right to take away your self-respect and love. No one.

You probably didn’t even realize how heartbroken I was.

I’m one who doesn’t deal with change very well so having someone I care about be ripped out of my life within a single conversation is torturous.

I don’t remember when I fell in love but I did, and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t allow myself to break, not again.