okay so the request i had was to do a post about a [specific] heartbreak that i've gone through. i wont tell you his name, but he really hurt me. so here you guys go =] 
being lonely isn't the worst feeling, its being forgotten by someone that you can never forget. I must admit, I saw it coming. The air between us had gotten harder to breathe. I'd run away if I could help it, but I can't remember to forget your face. You're as beautiful as ever, yet I'm starting to resent your smile. Because it's killing me to say this, but I'm dying inside to leave. It's a place we've never been, and it's a waste to keep it in. It means little to you, but it means the world to me. it's like half of me wants to be with him & the other half wants to get over him i guess i'll always have that something for him. 
okay so this is what happened. our story. it started out great. the first year was amazing. then things started happening. we fell in love way too fast for our age. head over heals for eachother. you thought it was the cool thing to ignore me and treat me like shit in front of your friends. you called me names & it broke my heart. everybody saw through your act. except for me. my friends tried to warn me. they loved me more than i'll ever know. but i couldn't listen to them. head over heals remember? but i grew up. i was done with your shit. but i still loved you. head over heals. thats our story. the truth. my heartbreak. 
i had standards before you, i swear i did. no musicians blonde hair, blue eyes at least within two years age difference. but guess what. i broke every single one of those standards for you. i'm still not sure why, but i know that it was a huge mistake. mixed emotions and changing feelings lead me to believe your lies;; why i ever trusted you? youll have to ask my hormones to lose someone you love is to alter your life forever. you don't get ove it because "it" is the person you loved. the pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. how could it? the particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. this hole in my heart is in the shape of you and noone else can fill it. it might not make any sense to you, or to any of my friends. but somehow, still, you affect the things i do. 
there you go. thats my story. i'm OPEN for more requests =] comment & subscribe kids! |