He said he loved me, a bit after I said it to him. I said “tell me again.” So he repeated it. And then he repeated it again. I could never replace what I felt, knowing he loved me, too. Loved me back. There is nothing like it.
Today, we are strangers. We call each other once a week. And leave it at “it was nice talking to you, call me again soon.” But I have so much more to say.
I need to say that I still think about you every day. That you wrecked me. That I gave all of my love to you at the time, and all of the love I could possibly have in the future, to you. And that it’s hard to feel a tinge of love, if not impossible, to feel that for someone else. I pictured my life with you, all of it. And right now, you’re just out of reach. But all I want to do is make it better.
I’m sorry I disappointed you. But to this day, I still love you. And I can’t imagine a day that I won’t.Me (via soulsuccubus)
Stop thinking about him.
Stop re-reading your old messages.
Stop considering stopping by at his place.
He’ll be with her,
He’ll be with the one girl,
You want to hate more than anything,
Because she has what you had.
It’s okay to miss him,
Because he was part of your life,
But don’t miss him enough to stay,
Don’t miss him so much,
You can’t be without him.
Consider yourself lucky for the memories,
But don’t make new ones with him.
Stop thinking he’ll come around.
Stop hoping for a morning text from him.
Stop wishing for him to realize what he had.
He’s not going to realize.
He’s not going to come running back to you.
And I know it hurts.
I’ve been there,
But now you gotta do,
What I did.
Don’t move on to the next guy,
Don’t move on and then come back here.
Move on to you,
And treat yourself right.
Move on to a better life,
An independent life of your own.
A life without him in it.
Don’t think he’ll come back,
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should’ve known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do (via pretty-little-demon)
[each and every word you ever said to me i have tucked away in the back of my mind so that i will never forget]
[i think about you a lot…more than i’d like to admit]
[i wish i understood the way your mind works, i want to know why you are throwing your life away]
[you don’t seem happy darling]
[its been almost a year since i wrote my first song about you, and i still can’t believe i played it for you last week; i’m wondering if you know (or care) that it was about you]
[i don’t think you ever really understood how much you meant to me; how much you still mean to me]
[this isn’t love, this is one person worried about another]
[i know i make faces, and say you piss me off, but i will never hate you]
[i can’t hate you]
#85 / for him (still not a poem)
if i told you any of these things they would mean nothing to you. you still don’t understand that you ripped my heart out of my chest and threw it on the ground. you don’t know that as you were saying, “you’re beautiful, you mean so much to all of us who love you,” you were taking out a hammer and smashing my heart into a million pieces. and look at me now, more than a year after i fell “in love,” and what. i have barely changed, i’m still the same depressed girl. still pretending that we had something.
we had nothing. i was not in love with you, and you don’t owe me anything. i am not entitled to an explanation about anything. why can’t i get that through my head.(via misplacedpens)