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gabriela Aug 2015
i looked at him like if he were my stars to my night sky
like if he were my candles in a dark room
i look at him like no other has looked at him before
i craved him like how squirrels craved nuts
how babies craved candy
and i wanted him more then i ever wanted someone
but to him i was just another girl
another girl in the crowd ,who wasn't special
and all i know is that i was that other girl and i was never
going to be more then that.
gabriela Aug 2015
there's no worst thing than watering a dead flower and hoping it grows,just standing there watching is painful enough because you never seem to want to walk away , you say to yourself that , that flower is ordinary, not like the others , you say you love that flower and you just want it to bloom to the way it used to be , but it won't , because it died from the roots, from the inside, and sometimes you can't make the inside come back to life no matter how hard you try.
sometimes you pray and wish , that maybe just maybe you and that flower will be together again because you loved it so much, you keep trying and trying but nothing improves because some things are not meant to come back to you.
sometimes the best thing to do is to walk away all the pain and memories that flower brought you , just keep them with you because that will be the only thing that will keep you feeling that what you had was real and sometimes that doesn't even make you believe it was real.
love is the only thing we have to feel yet it brings so much pain to someone
you picked up the most beautiful flower ,because it was different ,you didn't let it grow or didn't watch it become better because you wanted it and nothing else mattered,
what's worse is that now you don't even have the flower to remind you how much you loved something, all you have are broken pieces seeking to become something more but knowing it never will.

                                                                                 - g.o

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