the boys i've loved & the end of the world

i hope you think of the rise and fall of my chest with every breath i took, how i breathed for you.

it was all for you.

you have to learn how to breathe with pieces of your heart piercing your lungs.

rule #1: never cry over a fuckboy (how to get over someone in a month and a half)

i cried because i was

full of dead stars and broken debris,

but you still called me

beautiful.

find a home away from home for yourself, whether it be the gym floor, the computer lab, or the auditorium stage. you will need one.

but if they love me,
they stay quiet.
because the thought
of them breaking my heart
is enough to suck the
words from their tongues.

am aromantic and proud.
i have worked to dismantle
the belief that i cannot have
meaningful relationships;
i may not fall in love as easily,
but i do love people, just not romantically.

rule #1: never cry over a fuckboy (how to get over someone in a month and a half)

some things

are not meant to last

four months in, i asked you, “do you know how i like my coffee?” and you frowned. “no,” you said, “but i know when your birthday is.” three weeks later, my birthday passed. and you forgot.