MXZ

you made your point. i broke my guitar/paintbrush/pen/heart.

that’s what you never got. it takes an entire lifetime to write the words “and they lived happily ever after.”

what i meant to say was, sometimes i stare at the cigarette in my hand and beg it to stop wasting my time and just kill me. but i figured you didn’t want to hear that.

i just need you to be able to tell people i was here, i felt, i lived and i loved as much as i could, while i could. and that the person that i loved, was you.

everytime they cut you, i bleed.

if you find this, you are the second person trapped inside this heart. i do not know how long i have been here but i have tried to leave it as i found it: dark.

you know all their stories but none of their stories know you.

and you’ve felt all their pain but their pain has never bothered feeling you.

so you take their medicine. even though you’ve had too much medicine.

if you can pretend as hard as i’m pretending, this can be the first time we’ve ever met. not the last.

everything you do, you pay for. so if you’re going to kiss me, you’d best be prepared to bleed.

so you wrote words on the walls of the prison. never noticing that the paragraphs became cages. each sentence, a bar. every word, another lock.

you may continue to call it a breakup. i will continue to call it an exorcism.

faindylicious:

Not the exact words. But the thought is still there.

me likey .. :)

budik:

randomshizzle:

imunnaeatchooo:

jamsynbeatrice:

faindylicious:

For me. It was.

So I think getting my number again last Friday was a huge mistake. :|

Liked.

you keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it. that the brightest flame burns quickest.

which means you saw us as a candle. and i saw us as the sun.

when hurt turns red and a piece of your heart is missing. when the cold bites deep and you’ve got that feeling like you just got out of surgery. when the only way to stay sane is to concentrate on anything else but how you feel. when you count the tiles in the ceiling. when you push the earphones closer. when the first day of winter arrives. when you remember every nuance of every word of every time. when all this happens.

embrace it. feel every feeling. cry every tear. sob every sob. because this is what it feels like to have loved.