We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't.
*n.e.w.

You walk by her,
the girl you've known all your life.
The one you relied on for those years past.
But she moved on and no longer wants you.
They got in her head, under her skin,
forced a mask on her and twisted her into someone you don't know.
They have taken everything from you but, you did not think they could take her.
You then realize that you were very wrong.
They didn't take her
They did worse,

They changed her.

*n.e.w

isn't it awful when you are hurt and disappointed so often, you start to say,
"I'm used to it"

*n.e.w

I woke up and looked at your side of the bed and thought that you must have gone downstairs early.
Then I remembered that you weren't here.
That you left.

*n.e.w

I barely even know him.
We only met once, but that one night was better than I thought it could be.
We talked for a while after that night.
I waited for you to ask, but you never did.
We stopped talking.
I tried to get over you.
And now I might see you again.
I have handled rejection before,
but I don't think I could deal with it from you.

*n.e.w

It is said that opposites attract.
Maybe that is why we are attracted to those who are opposite of
what we need,
What we deserve.
That makes us odd creatures that are craving rejection
disguised as love.
This is a sad and cruel fate,
But then again that is--
the art of attraction.

*n.e.w

I am too young to hurt this much.

*n.e.w

How could I have prepared to love someone who doesn't love me back?

*n.e.w