Never would I be able to describe it with any words.
And that's why no one understands my fear.
I am so afraid of receiving bad love
Or worse,
Giving it to someone else.
Some would call it selfish-
Not giving the love that was intended to be shared.
But I don't want to lie down in bed
With warm tears tickling my cheeks.
So I avoid it.
This whole thing called love.
Half of that is supposed to be how long it will take us to get over eachother.
Do you think that includes the time we were seperated?
The times we called it quits but always seemed to find our way back to eachother's arms.
In three and a half years would you say we were more on than off?
It's silly for me to even be questioning my own thoughts.
It didn't work, love was not strong enough to keep us together.
I know you think that I am heartless, I don't blame you one bit.
If this was done to me, I'd feel the same way.
One thing I wish you could understand is that you are not the only one hurting.
Not a day, not a single moment goes by that I am not reminded of you.
Memories of your touch, your smile, your words, your everything,
They invade my mind and take over my heart.
Causing this aching that nothing can heal.
Not too long ago, you expressed to me the same pain.
I wish I could take that away form you
And replace it with all the love you deserve.
Your voice has told me I was never there when you needed me.
Those words will scar me for the rest of my life.
Maybe you think I deserve to have that on my conscious,
I just hope your realize someday that I did try.
We said our good-byes,
But a part of me won't let you go.
Maybe time will lessen the aching,
But I know that you will remain in my heart-
Forever & Always.
As if it was rain hitting the pavement,
are thoughts of you,
and what we used to be.
The storm started out subtle.
Afew drops lightly covering the ground,
but as the hours passed,
puddles began to form,
those puddles turned into tiny rivers.
Im drowning.
Each scar a memory that won't seem to fade away.
Something that once was and will never be,
Locked in my mind where no one can see.
The tears have dried up but somehow remain.
If seeing is believing,
Does this mean I'm insane?
wrap my arms around a pillow,
pull the covers up to my chin,
and think about you.
I will open my eyes,
crawl out of bed,
go on with my day,
and think about you.
I will hold back tears,
distract my thoughts,
deny the pain I feel in my heart,
and think about you.
