Jessie. My name is Jessie. I'm a slightly broken teenager and I hope you enjoy the little piece of me you get to see.

“Why do you write so much heartbreak poetry?" 
he asked, 
she said, 
“I would rather write out my feelings then etch them on my skin 
I would rather have a clean canvas,
people can’t see my dirty soul this way, 
no one will know of the monster underneath, 
the truth is, 
I write heartbreak poetry because you broke my heart
you shattered it and it’s not beautiful, 
it’s been told that when something breaks it’s a galaxy of new creations well that’s not true 
there is nothing gorgeous about this 
do you want me to tell you that I write heartbreak poetry because it’s fun? 
it’s not fun, it was never fun 
I’ve bled out metaphors so many times that I’ve began to lose count of the ones I’ve already written down
I can’t make you the devil through my words and I certainly can’t do it through my poetry, but I do it anyways 
I see these stanzas of prose about heartbreak and I thought it would heal me, but all it has done is make the wound bigger and bigger and bigger, it engulfed my heart and then broke my ribs and so now what? 
Are you going to ask about my heavy footsteps and lopsided demeanor because I can tell you that there’s chains tied to my ankles and they look like every word you said to me after we ended
I can tell you that there’s a numbness where half my soul used to lay
It doesn’t get better, 
It doesn’t 
I have a permanent headache from crying over you 
I still drink amble amounts of water, but I’m always dehydrated 
The endless amounts of tears do that to you 
They say 
“Time heals a broken heart” and either the clock hates me or that’s a lie told for the broken hearted to rely on some hope 
There is no hope 
and the truth is I still love you, 
barred teeth and all
the fangs you grew don’t scare me,
it’s the way you bit into me and tore my insides apart, 
I trusted you, I really did
I bet all my money on you and I ended up broke and in tears 
You were my God and now I don’t know what to believe in,
but I have to believe in something so I spend each night praying to God
and I always ask him to bring you back to me 
I always think he’s starting to listen, but then you ask me questions like these so I’m not really sure anymore, but I’ll still ask 
You were the one good thing I had, but I messed up because everything I touch crumbles in the end
I screw up
I’m a screw up and I’m trying to prove to you that I’m not the monster you think I am, but I don’t know how to when you are as deaf as your mind nothing goes on in there except for the sounds of your own voice 
I’m sorry I love you,
but you are the only thing I chose to love and you weren’t forced so I spend my nights trying to make sense as to why I still do and I shouldn’t even when you asked me to hate you I still didn’t 
and maybe that’s why I write so much heartbreak poetry because I still love you.”

i hope that answered your question

m.n.

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“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”

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