do you know what it feels like
to be sweet talked then back stabbed?

do you know what it feels like
for everyone to know what you've done?

do you know what it feels like
when he leaves after you let him see another layer of you?

do you know what it feels like
to be used when you thought he care about you?

do you know what it feels like
for him to never speak to you again after you finally let him in?

do you know what it feels like
when your first boyfriend does these things?

do you know what it feels like
when you call me those names even when your'e kidding?

do you know what it feels like
when you can't trust anyone after what has happened to you?

do you know what it feels like
to live with all the regret because he made you do those things?

do you know what it feels like
to want to know why no one can love you?

do you know what it feels like**
because I do.

Hand between my legs,
Lips against my neck.
You might think this is the best feeling,
but it will fade.
You'll go too far or
they'll get bored.
Feelings will be hurt and
hearts will be broken
because good things always come to an end.
A promise is the highest form of commitment
yet people throw them around like a paper airplane.
You don't mean anything to them
and it doesn't matter if you "love" them.
You are young,
they don't want to be tied down for life,
they just want to feel good now.
But what i think is
that if you love someone,
then you can feel good with them forever.
So don't cry over someone
who got bored,
doesn't like having *** with you,
or found someone "better".
You are awesome
and you will find someone who thinks so too.
I *promise.

Yes, I have trust issues.
No, Im not ashamed to say it.
Of course I have trust issues!
What did you expect?
My last boyfriend lied
about everything
from truly liking me
to smoking ****.
so don't blame me for being skeptical
when you say you love me.
I can't help but doubt you.

Please don’t call me beautiful
when your hands are between my legs,
and god forbid you say it as a seg-way
between you’re so hot
and my caution, your response
you’re sure you don’t want to?
I’m pretty sure the way my body looks,
nineteen and stress-infused with an Oreo belly
isn’t really what you pictured beneath my blouse,
and I’m positive you didn’t listen
to the story about my dad and the bad prom dress
because you cared. It was just sentiment. You said it was beautiful,
but really you wanted me to believe the act
like a description in the Playbill
and ride that trust all the way until the curtain dropped.
Please don’t call me beautiful
when the word ******* is before it
or if we are ******* because making love
is for married couples and you don’t even want me
sticking around for the ****** sunrise that peers
underneath your shade every morning.

Tell me I’m beautiful when I’m crying—
crack me open and watch the colors bleed
like a painting that hasn’t dried. Admire
the light that peaks through the clear parts
like a windowpane, no blinds.
Tell me I’m beautiful when I’m laughing,
when I’m reading my favorite part of a book,
when I’m stuffing my face with peanut-butter
pretzel bites and I haven’t washed my sheets in weeks,
and I’ll know you can’t be lying
because I’ve listened to the waves your heart makes
when you’re sleeping and I’ve called your smile
to the surface many times when you’ve tried
to deflect it back inside. You’ll know that
and you’ll know I’m beautiful.  
Call me beautiful
when you’re not even trying.
Call me beautiful when you’re by yourself
and the smell of my hair is still on your pillow,
or the memory of how dumb I sounded
singing my favorite song breaks your heart back
to the best little pieces.

Im terrified of commitment
yet that is the only thing i want.

I think I love you,
but I want you to be happy
so I'm letting you go.

Can *** really ruin a friendship by making you not like who the other person is?