You can't just love and unlove anything.
No matter how mad, sad,
Annoyed, or irritated you are.
It's either you always have,
Or you never did.
You don't actually learn how to love anything.
It's like hearing a song for the first time,
Knowing it'd be your favorite one
- Right away. That, is the feeling.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
He doesn't text you just to show he's into you,
Won't get you a drink when he wants to get it going,
And he definitely will not dress to impress.
- or play those silly little games
The games you can only score when you send a gift,
A goodnight/goodmorning message,
Or if he will stay up all night talking to you.
Instead,
He will call you to let you know about the cat that just crossed the street,
Message you the newest set of stickers he downloaded,
Take millions of embarrassing photos of you while eating,
And shows up outside your house to pick you up.
He is not the typical guy;
He is not the one to do things because he wants to ***** you.
- He is the guy who makes you happy.
The guy who is being real with you,
The one who wants you for you,
And not how hot or how pretty you are.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
You were broken glass,
But I still touched you
- Even Though I knew I would get hurt.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
There is always a choice.
You can choose to love,
To hate, or to forgive.
You can choose who to trust,
Who to love, and to whose hands
you'll entrust your happiness with.
-- That's what they tell you.
But really, there's none.
As much as you want to believe them,
There's no way to tell.
No matter how much they say that they'll never do this or that,
That they have your back,
That they'll never leave.
There is never an assurance.
Don't get caught up with all the ******** that they've been feeding you,
Or to the new things they've brought to you.
Because no matter how happy
And how good they make you feel, In the end they will
Only save themselves.
No matter how warm, big, and
genuine their hands may seem - Don't.
Don't entrust your happiness with them.
They'll drop it.
They'll drop it everytime.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
Actions & Words.
Two things that should always go together,
But actions always speaks louder than words.
No matter how much one says something,
It is only believed by the actions that follow.
By what we can feel, by what we can see.
You know the truth by the way it feels,
No matter how much times you try to shake it off,
Or throw it off track.
I think this is why,
Why my mind never believed in what you said.
- Though my heart believed otherwise.
My eyes could clearly see,
Something my heart couldn't.
And yet, It still fell. Each and every time.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
If there's one thing life has taught me,
It's that you can't want something too much
and similarly, you can't avoid anything too much.
The more you want it, the harder it is to attain.
The lesser you do, the easier it is.
Oh, the irony of life.
Whenever I ask myself why,
why it's so hard to get you,
I realized how much I wanted you.
More than a blind person wanting to see,
More than Romeo loves Juliet,
More than all the water in the oceans of the earth.
Maybe,
Maybe that's why I tried to avoid it.
Avoiding and blocking out all my feelings towards you.
But it seems like the more I avoid it,
The more it finds me.
It started out with a feeling, which then grew into a hope.
There is nothing more dangerous than hope.
Especially when it's too much,
It could bring you so high up.
High up with hope,
Hope that maybe, just maybe,
You'll see me - like how I see you.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC
Getting high is said to be relaxing and fun.
But no one ever said anything about being high on you,
-- being high on love.
Craving you,
Wanting you more and more,
as the day goes by.
Let me just tell you that being high on you is not fun at all.
Nor is it relaxing.
You have left me high and so ******* dry.
Craving for you more than ever,
Only to find out that I am nothing to you.
-- That I'll never be anything to you.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC
If my story would be written on a book,
you would be my favorite chapter
- even though I am not yours.
I would read the parts you are in over and over,
highlight every word you said to me,
and remember every single detail about you.
Though I may not be your favorite chapter,
I hope you smile when you read our adventures,
stories, and remember how we felt in that moment.
I hope that you don't have a hard time flipping through the pages,
pages filled with us,
just like how I am.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC
Falling too quickly,
Too sudden,
And too hard.
I trusted you, let you in,
And gave you all the weapons.
Everything you need to catch me or destroy me.
I opened up my heart,
Trusting that you would hold it,
Hold it and keep it warm, like how you hold my hands everyday without a fail - But you just reminded me why things break when they fall.
You just got my heart and ripped it out.
Left me feeling empty, ****** and bad about myself.
Letting me fall but without you on the other end,
leaving me broken and shattered.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
Call it what you want, but I still believe --
Some old fashioned things like fresh air,
Sunshine, Talking to each other,
and going on real dates are hard to beat.
We were yesterday's story, an old - fashioned, cliche
Fairytale of two best friends who fell for each other.
The typical boy likes girl and girl likes boy.
And yet, nothing beats you.
Your smile, Your voice,
The way you make me laugh,
The way we used to be.
The good old - fashioned us.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC