homemade dynamite

It’s funny because sometimes the love can quickly turn to hate. Sometimes nonchalance becomes intense. Sometimes forever becomes non-existent. Sometimes paragraphs turn to mere words. Sometimes good moments make you wish they were bad so it’ll be easier to forget. Sometimes the book you leave open all the time becomes a book you cannot stand the sight of and just close it shut. Sometimes good friends turn to strangers. You made my world seem right for the first time and soon after you turned it upside down. We have become opposites.



The next time I come across someone who shows signs of not wanting to stick around, I’ll make sure to take my leave first.


You told me to be careful with your heart.

I thought it was because it was in the midst of healing from your previous heartache so the pieces are still in the works; that you wouldn’t want me to interrupt your personal growth. I was fine with that. I wanted to see you turn into someone amazing and it was all due to your hard work and determination to be better.

I didn’t know it was supposed to be a warning–that I would hurt myself while picking up the pieces. These shards–your heart–what a terrible combination.