Its truely amazing, how one person can doubt your love so much as to say that they don't think you love them like they love you, even when they leave you, move on to somebody else right away, and leaving your stomache in knots, your mind as mud, and your heart, well they took it with them and don't plan on ever returning with it. You end up stuck in a depression because they don't want anything to do with you, and you don't want anything to do with anybody but them. If thats what you call love, then just take it back, and leave me to my depression because love hurts so much worse, and the only reward I got from love was spending a little time with the only one for me. She doesn't know it yet, but one day she will see it, and when that day comes, it will be too late. I won't be around anymore to try and comfort her no matter whats wrong. I won't be around to wipe away those tears. I won't be around to whisper I love you in her ear. I won't be around to talk to, marry and have a family with. I will be long gone, lost to the world. On my headstone when she arrives, will be written. I've always loved you, and my heart couldn't survive without you by my side any longer. My cause of death will be from my broken heart. I fear that one day I will no longer be able to handle it and when I go to sleep I will never wake up. Never wake up to her beautiful smile, the warmth of her touch, the sound of her voice, and what was hoped for one day, the pitter patter of childrens feet across the floor before the first day of school, excited to grow up and be adults one day. All this and so much more will never be. It seems so hard to make it through the day even now when I can't hear her voice when I need it, hold her hand to know I'm not alone, or even say I love you and be reminded that someone loves you back. Maybe someday someone will be lucky enough to have her heart like she has mine because I fear I won't survive long enough to see the day she brings my heart home and gives me hers to hold in trust that I won't try to hurt it in any way, like I once did without even knowing it. |
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<<REMIND ME OF TOMORROW>>
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I am me.
I do what I do because it is what I was Made to do.
If I didn't do what I felt was nessicary, who would?
If I did anything else, I would not be.
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irony is funny, unless it happens to you.
those who do not have a fairytale story, write one of their own.
i reject your reality and substitute my own.
hey, i think my signature is longer than my comment. sweeeet.
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