Jill Bautista

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.

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

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.

I called in sick that day.

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 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.

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.

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

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

Thought.is

For Every Time He Tells Me He Could Never Hurt Me

A Timeline Of The End Of Us

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

The Truth Is, We Just Clicked

The Day I Had No More Fight Left In Me

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

You Never Make Me Want To Be A Better Person

This Is Goodbye (And I’m Not Sorry)

This Is How I Lost My Virginity

This Is What It Means To Find True Happiness