I remember everything.
Hi.
Remember me?
I just want to know if you're still alive.
Just checking,
because you never replied to any of my messages.
Probably you're busy,
but I really miss you.
♥ me
You were my birthday wish.
It takes two seconds to tell the truth and it cost nothing.
A lie takes time and it cost everything.
You're my favourite thing about life.
Nothing good ever stays with me.
Absolutely nothing.
Seeing people change isn't what hurts.
What hurts most is remembering who they used to be.
Thy words;
they are still lingering in my mind.
I have gotten so good in pretending I am doing fine,
I am starting to believe it myself.
Is love a tender thing?
It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous and it pricks like thorn.
If love be rough with you,
be rough with love.
Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
I loved you yesterday,
I love you still.
I always have,
I always will.
I am going to find a way to be happy,
and I'd really love to be happy with you.
But if I can't be happy with you,
then I'll find a way to be happy without you.
Do not pray for an easy life.
Pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.
Life’s a game,
but it’s not fair.
I don't know what I want,
but this is not it.
"Was it hard?" She asked. "Letting go?"
"Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real."
You left me hurting,
but I can forgive you for that now.
You taught me something,
something took me half my life to learn.
When you give all yourself away,
just tell them to be careful of your heart.
Love is like grass.
If you fall on it,
it may leave a stain and some temporary pain.
But you’ll get over the pain,
it will eventually stop hurting.
Now, maybe the stain ruined your favorite pair of jeans,
or maybe it was nothing special that was ruined.
But either way, the stain remains there.
And with time it will begin to fade,
but it will always be there,
a permanent reminder that you,
too,
once fell.
Whenever you realised there is something you can't change,
suck your thumb and accept it.
I guess to some extent,
you get used to being alone.
You get used to not expecting phone calls & having nothing to do at night.
You don’t expect to turn around to open arms any longer.
The small sounds of him have been replaced by silence.
Your thoughts echo through your head,
with no one to share them with.
All in all,
being alone isn’t terrible,
it just hurts like hell.
Some people are easy to get over;
they only take a week or two.
But sooner or later,
you'll find the one,
the one who has changed so much of your life,
and no matter how hard you try,
you can never find the words to say goodbye.
Memories are precious.
When people laugh and ask me what I see in you,
I simply tell them,
"Everything you don't."
I like you,
a lot.
Like a lot,
a lot.
I love you and I probably always will.
But we go days without having meaningful conversations,
and I used to miss you so much when that happened.
But it never seemed like you missed me,
and I guess because of that,
I stopped missing you.
I try to stay as far from everyone as possible.
I walk near the edges of the hallways.
I sit in the back row of every class.
I keep hidden behind my hair which I’ve let grow long so that it covers my face.
I figure if they don’t want me,
then I don’t want them.
I’m a mess,
and so is my room.
I like it better that way.
I laugh too much for my own good and
I always say the wrong thing at the wrong time.
I’m loud,
and I don’t actually hate the people that says I am.
I can’t keep a steady relationship to save my life,
because I’m not “girlfriend material.”
I tell people that “this is me, take it or leave it.”
Most people left it.
Don't let me believe you meant none of it.
Do yourself and your heart a favour;
turn around and leave.
It may not be what you want,
but this shit is not what you deserve.
Sometimes we come into a person's life not to make them love us,
but to let them feel that they're so much worth loving for.
It isn't meant to always be okay.
At the end of the day,
you still hang on because there's still that glimmer of hope in the back of your mind that convinces you that maybe,
just maybe tomorrow he'll wake up and things will be different.
When you hugged me,
that was when I really started to cry.
It was when it actually hit me - no heaves and sighs,
just tears flowing down my cheeks.
Most people would have just given me a hug and let go,
but you held on like you were trying to make sense out of all of it,
too.
It was like you needed the hug just as much as I did.
In your life you meet people.
Some you never think about again.
Some you wonder what happened to them.
There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you.
And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again;
but you do.
The only thing that makes it part of your life is that you keep thinking about it.
arielteo.blogspot.com ♥Hi.
Remember me?
I just want to know if you're still alive.
Just checking,
because you never replied to any of my messages.
Probably you're busy,
but I really miss you.
♥ me
You were my birthday wish.
It takes two seconds to tell the truth and it cost nothing.
A lie takes time and it cost everything.
You're my favourite thing about life.
Nothing good ever stays with me.
Absolutely nothing.
Seeing people change isn't what hurts.
What hurts most is remembering who they used to be.
Thy words;
they are still lingering in my mind.
I have gotten so good in pretending I am doing fine,
I am starting to believe it myself.
Is love a tender thing?
It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous and it pricks like thorn.
If love be rough with you,
be rough with love.
Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
I loved you yesterday,
I love you still.
I always have,
I always will.
I am going to find a way to be happy,
and I'd really love to be happy with you.
But if I can't be happy with you,
then I'll find a way to be happy without you.
Do not pray for an easy life.
Pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.
Life’s a game,
but it’s not fair.
I don't know what I want,
but this is not it.
"Was it hard?" She asked. "Letting go?"
"Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real."
You left me hurting,
but I can forgive you for that now.
You taught me something,
something took me half my life to learn.
When you give all yourself away,
just tell them to be careful of your heart.
Love is like grass.
If you fall on it,
it may leave a stain and some temporary pain.
But you’ll get over the pain,
it will eventually stop hurting.
Now, maybe the stain ruined your favorite pair of jeans,
or maybe it was nothing special that was ruined.
But either way, the stain remains there.
And with time it will begin to fade,
but it will always be there,
a permanent reminder that you,
too,
once fell.
Whenever you realised there is something you can't change,
suck your thumb and accept it.
I guess to some extent,
you get used to being alone.
You get used to not expecting phone calls & having nothing to do at night.
You don’t expect to turn around to open arms any longer.
The small sounds of him have been replaced by silence.
Your thoughts echo through your head,
with no one to share them with.
All in all,
being alone isn’t terrible,
it just hurts like hell.
Some people are easy to get over;
they only take a week or two.
But sooner or later,
you'll find the one,
the one who has changed so much of your life,
and no matter how hard you try,
you can never find the words to say goodbye.
Memories are precious.
When people laugh and ask me what I see in you,
I simply tell them,
"Everything you don't."
I like you,
a lot.
Like a lot,
a lot.
I love you and I probably always will.
But we go days without having meaningful conversations,
and I used to miss you so much when that happened.
But it never seemed like you missed me,
and I guess because of that,
I stopped missing you.
I try to stay as far from everyone as possible.
I walk near the edges of the hallways.
I sit in the back row of every class.
I keep hidden behind my hair which I’ve let grow long so that it covers my face.
I figure if they don’t want me,
then I don’t want them.
I’m a mess,
and so is my room.
I like it better that way.
I laugh too much for my own good and
I always say the wrong thing at the wrong time.
I’m loud,
and I don’t actually hate the people that says I am.
I can’t keep a steady relationship to save my life,
because I’m not “girlfriend material.”
I tell people that “this is me, take it or leave it.”
Most people left it.
Don't let me believe you meant none of it.
Do yourself and your heart a favour;
turn around and leave.
It may not be what you want,
but this shit is not what you deserve.
Sometimes we come into a person's life not to make them love us,
but to let them feel that they're so much worth loving for.
It isn't meant to always be okay.
At the end of the day,
you still hang on because there's still that glimmer of hope in the back of your mind that convinces you that maybe,
just maybe tomorrow he'll wake up and things will be different.
When you hugged me,
that was when I really started to cry.
It was when it actually hit me - no heaves and sighs,
just tears flowing down my cheeks.
Most people would have just given me a hug and let go,
but you held on like you were trying to make sense out of all of it,
too.
It was like you needed the hug just as much as I did.
In your life you meet people.
Some you never think about again.
Some you wonder what happened to them.
There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you.
And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again;
but you do.
The only thing that makes it part of your life is that you keep thinking about it.
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