I Thought This Type Of Love Could Only Happen In The Books. Where The Girl Finds The Guy Of Her Dreams

I doubt you realize how easy it was for you to make a home in my heart. To make me feel as if you were all that I needed. Now here I am, with blood on my chest and my heart in my hands that you so easily ripped out. And what hurt the most isn't that my heart was torn out. It was that you knew how easy it would be to do just that.

You've made me numb

I thought I had you, but also knew someone else would take you away just as you came.

-While you ignored me for her

Can everything stop? Not forever, just for a few minutes. Just a few minutes to sort out my life. A few minutes to let out my frustrations without anyone having to know. A few minutes to just be happy. Because once they are over I won’t be ready to face the reality I live in. Can everything stop? I need a few minutes.

Things I won't tell anymore

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How do you love someone who won’t love you back? Easy. You suffer in silence and pray for something to stop the pain. Whether or not it is the person you love is completely up to circumstance. But I can’t say I’d take love from someone else over the bullet to heart that you so easily gave to me.

From the bottom of my (not yet dead) heart

After you, I don’t know if I believe in love or I believe in how the idea of having you was more appealing than being alone with myself. Still, I don’t blame you for leaving, who would want to stay to begin with? I dont even like myself.

Your touch is like electricity on my skin. I jolt at the feeling of your hand on my back. It makes me feel both safe and completely vulnerable at the same time, and I crave it when we are together.

You are my drug

Love isn’t a lie. It’s something that can mask just how unhappy you really are while saying you are the happiest you’ve ever been.

After I broke up with him

Sitting in complete silence with you isn't awkward anymore. In fact, it brings me great joy in knowing that just my presence is enough for you. And that we don't need to do anything of extravagance is a comfort of its very own.

While you slept with your dog

Why do you do this to me? Why do you do this so easily? You make it hard smile because you make it hard to breathe. Why do you do this to me?

Secondhand Serenade