Cry cry cry cry, babygirl,..
Like anyone cares or ever and will be there..
Wait is it the hurt..spilling out?
Do you wanna scream and shout.
For no reason at times..
Only to realize it is because there is nothing you can do about the hurt, that once beautiful broken heart.. </3
You two broke-up? I thought you two were just living apart, having never met.
No ones asking you this fool.
You keep to yourself from everyone.
Fear of being hurt, again, and again.
Your boldest moves were falling in love, over and over.
No..not now, not anymore, not this one.
This once beautiful guy..
You tell them you love them.
Now half of them, you don't mean those three words to.
So if and when they leave, your heart won't feel like its loosing you.
Crumbling down into your system.
Your memories show you that you miss them.
But it felt soo good.
My beautiful last lover.
Felt so good, I thought for awhile and forever.
That if we met, It wouldn't even be necessary to have sex.
Just having you would be good enough for me.
'Cause with you I can finally feel happy.
Most relationships now are based on sex and untrue feelings.
I know that you don't want to talk to me again.
I also know the love was way too real and strong.
There is no way we could be..friends.
We could try, but at the end of the day what is the point?
You are with her, still in love with me.
I am depressed and feel as if I'm going crazy.
Then having to hear you talking about you and her. While I am still in love with you..
We'd be more than friends, we would be murderers.
To ourselves. To eachother.
I don't want you to die, even though I will suffer from these feelings for as long as I'm on this earth.
I know you don't want me to die.
Hiding from your feelings and your promise..
I'm so happy now, because we are finally together, in my head.
