Jill Bautista

For Every Time He Tells Me He Could Never Hurt Me

Here we are again, sitting on our bed away from each other. It’s late, yet we’re wide awake, fresh from another fight that started from something I thought wouldn’t be a big deal.

A Timeline Of The End Of Us

You walk me to the train station. Nobody says anything. The silence is deafening.

I’ve Seen Your Rainbows, Now Let Me See Your Storm

What keeps you up all night? And what wakes you up gasping for air in the wee hours? What makes you want to just sleep and leave your reality for even just a little bit?

For the first time, I went home at the end of the day, not in the slightest bit bothered whether I said too much or whether I showed too much of my vulnerability, because there wasn’t an ounce of judgment. For the first time, I said what I really meant to say, not what I thought you’d want to hear.

The Day I Had No More Fight Left In Me

I called in sick that day.

If We’re Being Honest, I Don’t Wanna Write About You

I don’t want you to be my poetry. I don’t want all the beautiful phrases I can possibly compose to be about you.

You Never Make Me Want To Be A Better Person

You see me in all my flaws, yet you’re still in. You don’t put me on a pedestal, but you put me in place.

This Is Goodbye (And I’m Not Sorry)

I’m not sorry for putting myself out of this misery of falling in love with you, because you were never going to love me back.

This Is How I Lost My Virginity

I lost my virginity to a predator wearing a mask of someone who could never hurt a fly.

This Is What It Means To Find True Happiness

I’m happy in a way that I can cry, and that is never a sign of weakness or a crappy life.

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