begger
i'm not a begger, but for you, boy
i'd get on my knees every night for you to just text me back if i had to.
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meeting you again
if i had the chance to meet you again,
would i do anything differently?
would i tell you how i felt back then?
would i still keep it to myself?
would i'd rather have you break my heart three years ago, or somewhere in between then and now?
its shitty how this goes
kind of shitty how this goes,
isn't it?
i had a dream about happiness
and you were there.
when i woke up you were gone.
vanished like the smoke from a cigarette.
escaped me like the air from my lungs when you look at me with those pretty, light green eyes.
it's shitty how i remember that night with you when you told me you loved me.
when you held my hand in a soft gentle loving way.
how you held my hair back while i was throwing up in your bathroom.
got up every hour to check up on me.
it's shitty how perfectly your lips locked with me.
a match made in heaven,
i'd walk through hell to be with you and keep you around.
it's shitty how i feel.
i say no strings attached,
fists.
when i think about you,
i don't want to drink about it anymore.
i want to punch the wall with both of my fists till they bleed,
i want to scream and i want to cry.
i'm going through a heart break
for someone who wasn't even mine.
no more
i'll never understand how you said "we can't do this anymore" while still kissing my lips the next morning.
-the next week is i guess when you really stuck to your words; and it ripped me apart.
part 31/never again
it wasn't the sex that made me attracted to you
it wasn't the words you said that night that made me fall more in love with you.
it was the kisses the next morning.
the cuddling
the hand holding.
all for the last time knowing it could never be again.
part 29/why
i was never the one for you.
i thought that.
i really believed that.
fell in love with the idea of us.
but,
i don't know why.
what does everyone else have that i dont?
why could it not be me
what did i do wrong.
you dont
it's a hard concept to grasp
you could care
but you don't.
not at all.
and everything i'm holding onto,
i must let go of.
but the thing is
i want to lay in your bed
and just figure out life with you.
come over to talk
i wish you would come over.
now that my plate is cleared
i wish you'd come over for some closure.
but the closure they talk about in songs,
that never actually solve anything.
it's a bad cycle,
it's not good for the soul or the mind
but it's good for the body.
how could anyone say it's bad for the body when we fit so perfectly inside of each other?
our bodies find our match.
the other half that fits in every part of us.
the way you push the hair out of my face.
the way you held my hand so gently
to way your hands wrapped around my neck and scratched down my back.
a perfect fit.
a perfect love.
part 24/realization
i think i am finally starting to feel shame in that night.
we are not okay.
and it is because of that night.
maybe i am starting to realize,
it really is best to put it behind us.
a part of me still wants to do it again,
but
i am learning that
that night was not acceptable.
what was done, was done out of lust.
what i longed for to be out of love,
simply was not.
what i thought was amazing,
simply just could not be.
it still leaves me wondering,
did you do everything out of drunken but real love,
too much
i loved you too much.
more than you deserved.
dont ask me to do that
i think what my problem is,
is either i love him with every ounce of blood inside of me
or i dont.
i don't think i could ever be just friends with him again.
i understand what you mean about opening up the wound over and over again
it really does hurt
but i'm scared that one day
i wont feel anything anymore.
i don't want that.
maybe you do
but i dont.
i'm trying to learn how to turn my back on you
something i've never had to do to anyone.
so don't you dare ask me to do that to you
-someone i love.
my heart is on my sleeve
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