| Current mood: |  angry |
| Current music: | who needs music when you've got drama. |
to him
One day you'll come to me and ask me what's more important: You or my life. I'll say my life and you'll walk away never knowing that you're my life.
I hate you so much. So why can't I stop loving you? I think of you and imagine you in the same pain you put me through every day. But in the end of my fantasy, it's always me who's comforting you.
I want you to hurt, i want you to cry. So why do I want to heal your heart and dry your tears?
I live for the day that you'll talk to me without animosity again. But the thought of your voice is like walking on pins and needles. I never want to talk to you again. I wouldn't care if you fell off the face of the earth. Or would I follow you right off?
Your existance is a constant paradox to me. I love you and i hate you at the same time.
I rarely think of you anymore. I can go days without you grazing my thoughts. But when you do...you consume me. My body beats to the thought of you. My toes tingle with the rememberance of your feet intertwined in mine. My fingers ache with the memories of your lips on them. My eyes fill with tears that I swore would never come again. I catch myself reaching out to run my fingers through your hair. My forehead warms with recollections of yours leaning against mine. But mostly...my lips long for the feeling of yours pressed against them. And the whole time, my heart is bleeding at the knowledge that I will go on without ever feeling them again.
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