Always he is here, somehow. He has never gone away, not since that night almost three years ago when I shattered his aloofness and he destroyed my heart.
love seems
often to arrive at
very bad times, with people you could never
ever actually
be with.
even if you both want it.
no matter how much.
kills you, doesn't it?
rips you to shreds
and the shreds into ribbons.
kills your spirit, your soul, your heart.
attacks anything that once made you happy
until there is nothing left because
EVERYTHING
reminds you of him
:
2 guitars leaning against the piano.
0 kisses to linger on your lips.
0 percent of your heart that hasn't loved him at some point.
5 fingers(at least) you wish could always be wrapped in his.
-
people tell you it's not
right to give
everything to just one person, especially him
so you learn to hide your feelings from
everyone, keep a smile on your face
never letting on even for a moment
that secretly you're still broken for him
.
Words by Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
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Written on 2008-09-16 at 03:39
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Broken for Him
interesting, isn't it, howlove seems
often to arrive at
very bad times, with people you could never
ever actually
be with.
even if you both want it.
no matter how much.
kills you, doesn't it?
rips you to shreds
and the shreds into ribbons.
kills your spirit, your soul, your heart.
attacks anything that once made you happy
until there is nothing left because
EVERYTHING
reminds you of him
:
2 guitars leaning against the piano.
0 kisses to linger on your lips.
0 percent of your heart that hasn't loved him at some point.
5 fingers(at least) you wish could always be wrapped in his.
-
people tell you it's not
right to give
everything to just one person, especially him
so you learn to hide your feelings from
everyone, keep a smile on your face
never letting on even for a moment
that secretly you're still broken for him
.
Words by Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
Read 645 times
Written on 2008-09-16 at 03:39
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