“your first mistake was loving someone who doesn’t know what love really is. it was giving them the power to ruin you, giving them enough strength to crush your soul with two fingers, and even worse, a few words. your second mistake was telling them how much you need them, how your soul longed for something like this, how you can’t imagine long nights without them. your third mistake was falling too fast for the idea of who they were, the soft hints of hate you missed in their words, the points of concern you should’ve noticed. your fourth mistake was loving them more. loving each little bruise and bone, being convinced each scar had a story, even when it didn’t. connecting the freckles on their back into constellations and secretly wishing this would last forever, baby no, you can’t wish on stars that aren’t bright. and they, they were always dark and dull. they looked at you with bored eyes, you were convinced they were only ever tired. they held you with careless, clumsy, arms. arms that never shook from holding on too tight, you kissed with motionless lips, slept with a body and no soul. but, it’s not your fault. it’s easy to fall for an idea, especially when it’s got big brown eyes and a heartbeat that sounds like your favorite song.”

—  i.c. // four