the boy you met at 15 years old will tell you he's going to love you forever. don't let his teeth sink his poison into your skin. your bones will rot for months when he finally leaves, and you'll never trust again.
at 16 years old you will feel like the world is against you and your soul will feel heavily crushed under the invisible pavement. tell your friends how you feel, they'll happily help you pick out pieces of cement from your ribs.
at 17 you will lose someone you love in the calmest or most disastrous way, this does not mean you do not have a sense of purpose anymore. you will heal with time; don't rush the process.
lastly, at 18 you will slowly start to love yourself each and every day. your pain might still be there, but you don't feel as heavy. you will take more pictures of yourself and compliment your own flaws. do this daily, and take care of yourself. you'll love yourself more.
don't let the boy you met at 15 take away such a love from you.
[ song ; obsessed - maggie lindemann ]
