I don’t leave the other side of the bed empty anymore
I guess that means I’ve given up.
I stopped sending you texts inviting you over
I guess that means I’ve given up.
And yet
I still turn the sound up on my phone
Even while I sleep
Just in case you call.
And yet
I still break down into tears
When I’m laying there alone.
I wish I could throw my feelings out
Out in the trash, where they belong
Life would be easier, wouldn’t it.
Instead
I long for when you’ll love me back

you told me i wasn’t enough for you
no, you screamed it.
slapped me across the face with it.
not with your words
but with your actions
and i don’t know which is worse.

The crazy thing is people think they know you. They think that because they know the sound of your laugh and the face you make when you don’t like something, they have you figured out. But they don’t. They don’t know about the things you’ve been through and how those things have shaped you into who you are and why you do the things you do. Why you have the scars you do, on your skin or on your soul and heart. They think they know, but really they couldn’t even begin to grasp who you are. The reason you have the mannerisms you do. The reason you turn out the third wheel on your skateboard so the logo shows. The reason you took up guitar in the first place. The reason you can’t wear black Vans. Where you got that ring on your fourth finger and why you wear it. Why when that song comes on, you’ll always pause for a moment, if even for just a fraction of a second, and remember that summer you’d swore to never forget. These things make you who you are, and maybe no one will ever fully understand that. But I think that’s beautiful. I think we’re all just beautiful masterpieces made up of these little unique quirks, and these amazing memories, some happy, some sad, some peaceful, some even heartbreaking. But all of them beautiful. Because they’re all woven together and jumbled up to make us into who we are. I don’t know, I think that’s beautiful.

Okay but get this.
He said to me, you know my love for you is unconditional right
HA. I laughed in his face.
In my head I was thinking...you know the definition of unconditional love, right?
Because your love is anything but unconditional.
It is absolutely situational.
Your unconditional love is heavily affected by one condition, therefore disqualifying it as unconditional love.
So don’t lie to me.
Don’t tell me your love is unconditional, when you don’t love me under certain conditions don’t tell me that lie.
I’ve never understood why people tell that lie why that make that commitment when they’re not ready to.
It should be that simple it should be that cut and dry.
Don’t tell me you love me don’t tell me you care unless you’re **** well going to back it up with your actions.