Tears of blood fall from my broken heart
I never thought we would be apart
Saying you love me with that look in your eye
And that was a cold hearted lie
Your tender touch, a soft kiss
Two things about you I will miss
As I sit here thinking about you
My face is wet with tears past due
I should've cried a long time ago
But I loved you so
I know they say love is blind
But I had only you on my mind
A hurt so deep it cuts like a knife
But wounds heal and I'll go on with my life
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Sigh
I never thought you would hate me, though. I never thought there’d come a time when you would wipe any evidence of our relationship clean from your life. And you know why? Because I never got you to really love me. That was the whole issue of the relationship. I was madly in love with you and….you were doing whatever the fuck people do when they’re dating someone they’re not obsessed with. As sad as it was, I thought that meant we could at least be on good terms after the break up. I mean, how could you ever hate something you never loved?
But I was wrong. I underestimated the power of breakups and the ripple effect they can create. Everything can be fine until one day it infects your bones and then you decide you don’t want anything to do with the person anymore. Poof! You’re gone. We can admit that this kind of shit hurts our feelings, right?)
I don’t like how bothered I am by your rejection. I feel like now, even so long after our break up, I’m still constantly wanting your approval. And to know that you don’t want to know ANYTHING that’s happening in my life, to know that I don’t have the right to even text you anymore, is devastating.
On the other hand, part of me is almost flattered that I’ve made such an impact on your life. This whole time I thought you were just some emotionless zombie who didn’t really care about me but I now know that’s not true. You don’t delete someone from your life if you don’t care about them. It makes me wonder if, in fact, you did love me in your own weird, screwed up way. Your CRUELTY and avoidance after the break up is ironically the only proof I have that I might’ve mattered to you.
So I guess keep on hating me because it’s the only thing I got from you, the only thing you ever gave me.
But I was wrong. I underestimated the power of breakups and the ripple effect they can create. Everything can be fine until one day it infects your bones and then you decide you don’t want anything to do with the person anymore. Poof! You’re gone. We can admit that this kind of shit hurts our feelings, right?)
I don’t like how bothered I am by your rejection. I feel like now, even so long after our break up, I’m still constantly wanting your approval. And to know that you don’t want to know ANYTHING that’s happening in my life, to know that I don’t have the right to even text you anymore, is devastating.
On the other hand, part of me is almost flattered that I’ve made such an impact on your life. This whole time I thought you were just some emotionless zombie who didn’t really care about me but I now know that’s not true. You don’t delete someone from your life if you don’t care about them. It makes me wonder if, in fact, you did love me in your own weird, screwed up way. Your CRUELTY and avoidance after the break up is ironically the only proof I have that I might’ve mattered to you.
So I guess keep on hating me because it’s the only thing I got from you, the only thing you ever gave me.
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