"I Know I Said It Was Fine, That I Was Alright With Just Being Friends. But I'm Not. I'm Not Fine With

Just when I think I'm over it I'm not. I don't feel anything for you until I see your smile. God that smile. I'm not over you, but I'll pretend I am. I'll pretend I'm fine. I'll pretend that I'm alright, but I'm not.

I'm such an idiot

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I love the wind bringing me along with it was my feet and legs work together with my arms, turning over at a rate so fast it acts as my own heart beat. Pain that will only last for at least 20 minutes welcomes me in a strong embrace that I will kindly welcome, leaving the door open as long as it will come and go. I work for that pain so I can receive the pride of winning personal battles. Personal records will always come and go, but running will always be my one true love. For it works with my whole body, it tells me that it loves me, giving good days with good runs. Others I will get scolded for even trying to put on spikes that many other great runners have worn before, because my time is not now and will not happen. I must be ready to achieve the level of greatness that my love wants for me. My love makes me a lion, a hunter, but also a gazelle, gracefully adapted to what I know to do. My first love will give me gifts, perseverance and stamina to complete my goals, because he only wants the best for me. But he will also make my days difficult and proud. Giving me reason to continue going ahead. To continue to love him.

Why I run

We may be just friends but I get butterflies in my stomach when you speak in German to me. Even more when you translate what I say from French.

Our back in forth conversations with google translate are the high light of my day

I feel the closest to you when you are the farthest away.

I can feel you in my heart

I’m sorry if I seem distant. I’m sorry that I keep apologizing about the little things I do. I’m sorry that sometimes I stumble over my words when I know what I want to say. I’m sorry that you had to order food for me sometimes because I was afraid to speak to the waiter. I’m sorry that I made this situation more awkward than it should have been. I’m sorry that I made whatever we had weird. I’m sorry that we became so close. I’m sorry that I upset you because you couldn’t make me happy anymore. I’m sorry that my mind decided to close itself off to you. I’m sorry that this bottle of pills is the only thing standing between me and happiness.

I’m sorry that I ruined you

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I can't remember when there was a time where I could say that I was fine with out lying. Nothing seems to motivate me besides failure, and nothing will get me to state how I feel. Because I'd rather waste away like this rather than let you worry about if I'm alright.

I'm just not fine.

She wasn’t used to all the attention. So when she felt she was safe to open up, she felt like she was suffocating those around her. And when she felt that she did enough damage, she became quiet. A ghost of herself, to scared to keep talking in fear of losing the ones she became so attached to.

I'm the girl. I'm the ghost.

I’ve wished on every star, but nothing has come true. I’ve wished for you every 11:11, but yet you’re still just as out of reach as before. I’ve wished on every eye lash and every dandelion, but yet you’re still one thousand miles away. And I’m still right here. Alone, withering away with the last weed I wished upon.

I’d call them flowers, but they’re damned