(via before-i-am-gone)
Is it too much?
Love.
Is that too much to ask for?
Love wasn’t meant to be sought out or begged for, yet we find ourselves doing just that.
Love.
Is that too much to ask for?
Trying
I failed, but I am trying to get back up
I ruined everything, but I am trying to fix it
I am dying inside, But I am trying to not let it show
I am insecure, but I am trying to be confident
I am angry, But I am trying to not let it show
I don’t know how to love, But I am trying to learn how
I am trying to learn all these things, I stop trying when I don’t choose it. From now on I WILL choose it every day.
I am trying.
Just call me poison-blood,
As intoxicated as I ever was.
But so much more drunk
On anger on sadness
But oh, thank god
For the confidence
The shameless security
How I feel now
Nothing can stop me now.
(via secretmedium)
Tragedy to remember
It’s a great tragedy that I remember those empty promises that you made . Cause when I remember, I remember what I thought we had , then I remember what I lost .
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Lover, Please.
I didn’t know it would end this way. In fact I didn’t know it would end at all. Lovers aren’t supposed to beg for each other’s attention. Lovers don’t break their promises.
“I promise to treat you like Gold,” he said, then he gently tilted my head up and softly kissed my lips. He made many other promises as well. He promised adventures, songs, poems, and letters. He promised love. But these promises were left unfulfilled.
I didn’t know that love was so painful. I didn’t know love broke promises. I didn’t know love was selfish.
Now the promises he made for his former lover, he is now making to his new lover.
Stop pretending like you don’t know me.
Stop pretending you and I didn’t share something special. In my mind it was special, beautiful, and exactly how lovers are supposed to act; until something changed, and promises were broken.
Stop pretending you didn’t shatter my heart. You did. Stop pretending you didn’t hurt me so deeply that my scars are reopened. I am hurt, my scars are reopened and new.
Stop pretending. Please remember how true lovers interact . Please return to the promise you made from the beginning.
