I had said it first
I love you
maybe he didn't hear me.
maybe he didn't want to.
he eventually answered,
it took a week... or was it two...
It was bitter with shame
I love you, but I can't
Something about my belief in life after life
I didn't want to have heard it
Keeping it in the dark where it would hurt silently.
Maybe if I keep saying it
I love you
Maybe it'll be true again.
He hurt me first
I should've told him.
I don't love you
He hurt me first. I didn't want to get hurt anymore.
*you're a cold-hearted ***** Why would you ever do this to someone!*
Sometimes it's better to be the villain of someone else's story than to never be the hero of your own.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 3:22 AM UTC
I had said it first
I love you
maybe he didn't hear me.
maybe he didn't want to.
he eventually answered,
it took a week... or was it two...
It was bitter with shame
I love you, but I can't
Something about my belief in life after life
I didn't want to have heard it
Keeping it in the dark where it would hurt silently.
Maybe if I keep saying it
I love you
Maybe it'll be true again.
He hurt me first
I should've told him.
I don't love you
He hurt me first. I didn't want to get hurt anymore.
*you're a cold-hearted ***** Why would you ever do this to someone!*
Sometimes it's better to be the villain of someone else's story than to never be the hero of your own.
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