January 2011
35 posts
“It’s hard to determine whether you really have feelings for someone or you are...”
“You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you might find,...”
– The Rolling Stones
You know what I think hurts the most? The feeling of being replaced. It’s like no matter what you did, it wasn’t enough. And no matter what you do to try and capture their heart again, doesn’t seem to work. And you’re suddenly left thinking that you’ll never be enough. And a sudden sadness captures your heart that never really leaves.
I’m scared. I scared that I’m going to fall in love with someone who actually treats me right. Who actually wants more than just sex. Who actually texts me everyday. I’m scared that the minute I let my walls down, you’re going to leave.
Maybe we’ll meet new people and fall in love again. Maybe we’re going to hate each other and seek out to hurt each other. But we’ll always have a history that won’t let us forget about each other no matter how much we want to.
“Ultimately, I’m looking for someone I can talk to about anything and everything,...”
Over and Over
So many thoughts that I can’t get out of my head I try to live without you, everytime I do I feel dead I know what’s best for me But I want you instead I’ll keep on wasting all my time
Really? After everything we’ve been though? After you cared for my sister? After you got my car out of the mud? After you left the party with me when I was uncomfortable? After you sang and played guitar at my house? After you took care of me when I fell asleep in my car? After you layed with me under the stars? How could you do that to me? How could you just betray me like that? Don’t...
“What I don’t understand is how you think it’s okay to hurt me the way you do and...”
Last night was amazing. I’ve never been with anyone quite like you, where you truely care more about just sex. Every kiss, every touch means something. Don’t leave like the rest please.
“Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we’re wired that way. Because without it, I don’t...”
He reached for her hand. “I don’t want to lose you.” His voice was almost in a whisper. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. “But you don’t want to keep me either, do you?” To that, he had no response.
Can’t lose what you never had, can’t keep what’s not yours, and can’t hold on to something that doesn’t want to stay.
“Sometimes you gotta run away so you can see who will run after you, sometimes...”
I guess the reason I think I’m nothing is because no one’s ever fought for me. I believe if I was truly worth it, that some where along this road, someone would’ve fought for me to stay, but instead I always wound up walking away.
And if she turned around and told you how much you’ve hurt her, how much the things you’ve done have made her cry and how much she misses the person you used to be, I promise you, you would never be able to look her in the eyes again.
This is the thing.
I don’t know if you noticed anything different It’s getting dark and it’s getting cold and the nights are getting long I don’t know if you even noticed at all That I’m long gone baby, I’m long gone And the things that keep us apart keep me alive and The things that keep me alive keep me alone This is the thing I don’t know if you notice anything missing...
“I know it sounds hard to believe but once you stop fighting it and accept it as...”
“I can’t help but think somewhere inside you, I’m there. Somewhere between liking...”
What’s the point of texting you if you never reply? What’s the point of calling you if you never answer? What’s the point of talking to you if you don’t even care? What’s the point of me always being there for you if you’re never here for me? What’s the point of us, if it’s just me?
