breakups

When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.

Three Years
The memories of us feel like poison in my veins, but the pain I feel at the thought of you does not matter because I still love you. You may be gone now and on to someone new, but the nostalgia of the smell of your hair and the touch of your fingertips still sends a chill from the back of my neck to the tip of my spine. Sometimes, I swear, I smell your cologne on my sheets or feel your hands on my skin. Thoughts of you plague my mind 24 hours a day—when I sleep, I dream of you and when I wake, I think of you.
By N. Ferrier8 years ago in Humans
The Mirror (Part 2)
I woke up to loud banging on the door. The police were there again. That must have meant I drank myself into oblivion again and he tried to call. I groaned a little and then got up, answering the door in just my t-shirt. "What is it this time?" I know I'm being more rude than necessary, but come on. It's... Oh. It's 1:30 PM. I didn't go to work after sending out... something about text messages? I don't know what he's talking about, but I assure him that I'm fine, I have no desire to hurt myself. That I just had a bit too much to drink and was probably acting irrationally.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
Night Life
I put on my outfit with my hair and makeup done to perfection. Alcohol in my system and drugs through my veins. Music pumping through me and men all around me. Alone inside, but never alone at night.
By Precious Life8 years ago in Humans
How to Get Over a Heartbreak
Heartbreak. It just sucks. Here are a few tips to help you make your heartbreak easier to go through. You will be fine, I promise.
By Rorie O'Fowtree8 years ago in Humans
The Mirror
I looked across the empty room into the mirror before lifting the bottle to my lips. Why even bother with the glass anymore? I know I'm going to drink the entire bottle. I let the bitter red wine into my mouth, pouring down my throat, burning just ever so slightly. Soon enough I would be able to accept things. Soon enough I would be laughing and I wouldn't care about the consequences of what I was doing. Soon enough nothing would matter anymore. I lift the bottle up again and pour the wine down just a little easier this time.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
Well, I’m Never Doing That Again
I recently had my heart broken, and I’m definitely never doing that again. I remember falling in love with him, though bear with me, it’s not a very normal and certainly not a very magical story. I was lying facedown on the floor: I had convinced him to give me a massage, and so he was sitting on me, quietly massaging my back and shoulders. Then, out of nowhere, he paused for a moment, leaned down, and squeezed me gently, a sort of hug. And then, as if nothing had happened, he went back to massaging me.
By Tiana Last8 years ago in Humans
Breaking My Own Heart... Again
The worst feeling in the world is having your heart broken, when you know damn well it’s your own fault. You knowingly went into a situation, with the knowledge of the risk, but wanted so badly to believe something had changed... they had changed. They hadn’t changed. You can’t even be mad at them anymore, because at this point, even you can’t say you didn’t know the likely outcome. You should have predicted it, and you did.
By Angela Brigance-Vance8 years ago in Humans
Conversations I Wish I Had #2
To be quite frank, I don’t like you. And why should I? You were the final wedge between me and someone I loved. I’m not saying it’s 100% your fault. It does take two to tango (or in this case, to cheat). Some of the blame goes to him as well. But you guys are together on this one. You were two peas in a pod.
By Rowan Flores8 years ago in Humans
Ashes of Us
I was just a girl. A girl who was lost and confused about what she was doing with her life. A girl who didn't know who she was and was hiding from everything she thought she wasn't. I liked to be alone and felt the happiest in my own space. But deep down I had always yearned for an endless love and for someone who would see me even though I couldn't see myself. Then you arrived and set my world on fire.
By R.D King8 years ago in Humans
Was It Love?
He’s a year older than me. We met when I was 13 years old, yet we didn’t technically “meet.” We Skyped for hours on end, talking about things I’ve never even thought about. I looked forward to speaking to him and to his friends after school or when I wasn’t at practice.
By Lindsey Jones8 years ago in Humans
A Love Unrequited
Love. Such a paradoxical word, simple and complex all at once. It's amazing how much power this collection of nothing more than a few alphabetical letters aligned can have. The magnitude of its meaning has seemed to be watered down. Thrown around so carelessly, its become more of a staple in our vocabulary than a feeling. On a larger scale, such as the big screen and mass media, it's so frequently portrayed for only the beautiful, wealthy, or tragic. But there are some of us here that still wear our hearts on our sleeves, genuine and unadulterated. At the mercy of the world and the many masks people offer to us. More times than not finding ourselves picking up the pieces left behind from a cruel heart behind an innocent face. Being a sensitive heart in an insensitive world leaves you sitting quietly on the blade of a double edged sword. This never keeps you from taking the leap, time and time again. Forever hopeful that this time will be different, this time it will be real, and all the world will be made right. As a human it is our right to take that leap and wait to either be lifted or come crashing. I like to wear my rose colored glasses and pretend that I'll never hit the ground. Even if that means behind that rosy hue there are tears. I've let it consume me to the point of losing myself. They say you can't build homes within another human but I've proved otherwise for I have built entire worlds. There is no fee to large when on the pursuit of "bliss." But unrequited love can be dangerous. One of the many perils of wearing your heart on your sleeve and carrying hope in your pocket. Your self worth and identity compromised at the hands of another. It's easy to get so wrapped up in another's false portrayal of a sincere person when you want nothing more than to believe they all truly aren't the same. It's like holding a lit match staring into that luminous glow trusting it will never burn you. Then before you know it it's 3 a.m and you're crying. Red faced and sleepless in the dark, the warmth has burnt out and you're left singed from the flame. It's not until it's over when you're forced to face all those little things that accumulated to something much less than love. You have no choice but to see what those glasses hid for so long and let those tears fall. What you thought was love was just a figment of your own mind. For so long you've let all the smiles and laughter blur over the pain you were feeling. All the times you felt shut out and left alone. The moments when you needed comfort and all you received was cold silence. More importantly the times when you struggled or you felt you were lacking and they told you they'd always be there but your intuition sat heavy in your gut knowing it was a lie. You watched as his mask came off and that smile that once lit up the room became tight lips. His eyes filled with distance and quiet resentment. You knew the time was drawing close as he pulled his hand away and his arms no longer reached for you. That warm chest where you'd rest your head became a turned back. It was so much easier to convince yourself it would all be fine in the end, desperately filling in those cracks for as long as you could. After all there is no fee to large when on the pursuit of bliss. Just to be able to feel that soaring high with those rosy pink glasses. Even if that meant it wouldn't forever.
By Brittany 8 years ago in Humans
The Forbidden Flame
I never knew the pain. That dangerous, burning, scorching pain. I was raised to be cautious; being mindful of how I bring myself. I guess you could say I was too grounded for my liking. I never knew what it was like to be adventurous, daring, or even rebellious. As I grew older I became more and more guarded. My heart was in a strong cage because it was fragile like a piece of chinaware.
By Mikyah Henderson8 years ago in Humans