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  3. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

    It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

    It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

    It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

    It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

    – It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

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  4. thesedroppedthoughts asked: Multiples of 10?

    10. What shoe size are you?
    8 in women’s
    20. Are you religious?
    I’m somewhat religious, I go to church and listen to what they say. I’m just not very active in the practices
    30. How many pillows do you sleep with?
    3! :)
    40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
    Yeah a few
    50. Left or right handed?
    60. Do you talk to yourself?
    Ha! Sometimes sadly
    70. Have you ever been scuba diving?
    I have not! Though I want to
    80. How many piercings do you have?
    90. What makes you angry?
    I’m pretty passive aggressive so I’m never really outwardly angry, but I get frustrated when people take advantage of that or disrespect me or my friends. Also my generation sucks and it kills me to think about.
    100. Color of your room?
    It’s beige.. Pretty exciting I know

    Thanks for askin’ :)

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  5. Awkward selfie time

    Awkward selfie time

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  6. What he will never see

    He will never know how many times I fell asleep with my phone in hand
    Or how whenever it lights up I gained a little bit of hope
    He will never know how fast my heart beats as I reach for it
    Or how my face looks when I see it isn’t him
    He will never know my disappointment
    He will never know how hard I press my face into my pillow
    Trying to catch the smallest hint of his scent
    And how hard I cried the first time I realized it had finally left
    He will never see me lying in bed at 3am with my eyes wide open
    And looking out the window with a blank stare
    Or how hard I hug my blankets close
    As I feel water coming out of my eyes for air
    He will never feel the glass I throw
    Or hear it shatter along with my heart
    He will never see me fall apart

    He will never see me experience love again
    He won’t see my resentment
    Or how he ruined my faith in men
    He never knew how many obstacles I overcame for him
    How I swore never again after my dad left
    And how when we met I thought he would save me
    He will never know how I now fall in and out of love quicker than the seasons change
    And how many I have come to hate
    He will never know my fate

    He will never see my wedding
    Or my first baby
    He will never see me truly happy
    He will never see me independent
    Because that wasn’t for him
    He got his two cents and left
    And now he’s the one who’s glass should be breaking

    © Jenny Paz 2014

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  8. We were just kids

    We were just kids
    Who thought we knew what love was
    So we mimicked it in every step
    In every breath
    In every exhale of the lung
    It was your song that I sung
    I followed the cues of Hollywood romances
    I called you my love
    My darling
    I thought I lingered for your touch
    But it was entirely too much

    We were just kids
    Who thought we were in love
    Thinking we were the exception
    Through fights and mishaps
    We would stay together forever
    We believed that our hearts would fix all problems
    When in doing so we just bruised it
    And dug our hole deeper

    We are just kids
    Who think love is what life is
    We killed ourselves in the chase
    We sold our soul to the first bidder
    And acted like it was a race
    We are impatient and naive
    We never were in love
    And now are heart is broken
    And we’re left picking up the pieces

    We were just kids
    Who thought we knew what love was
    So we mimicked it in every step
    In every breath
    But it never had quite the same effect

    © Jenny Paz 2014

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  9. Anonymous asked: Marry me

    I’ll consider it

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