spokenunspoken:

You were easy on my eyes,
You were heavy on my heart.
You never thought I’d live to see today.
You’re still on my mind, but not in my chest.
I’m a little worn out, since you fucking tore me down.

I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say, ‘Come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’

Azra. T  (via c-oquetry)