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Sweetheart Mar 2015
Don't tell me that you love me
when I am finally moving on,
Don't tell me you don't want me
after my heart sang your song.
Don't tell me about her
because you told me you moved on.
Sweetheart Mar 2015
one year.
it took one year for you to realize that you don't want me.
I'm not sure if you ever did.
we were best friends first, lovers second.
I was there for you and you were there for me.
I tried to help you, but I'm not good with words, you see,
but i tried so so hard--- and that has to count for something, right?
It hurt so bad when you said i couldn't understand, because I did,
I understood you so well.
I couldn't emotionally support you how you wanted
and I think in the end, that was what broke us
Along with other things.
We had so much fun together,
I felt alive with you.
You took me places I've never heard about, let alone ever been to.
You broadened my horizons,
You valued me and believed there was something special about me.
But that's all someone wants, right? to be wanted?
For most of the time I felt wanted by you.
In the beginning, I was so sure we would work.
I felt it in the way you looked at me
and I wanted you so badly.
Summer was great and then we had a scare.
You were more scared than me
and I think that was because I knew I loved you
and you knew you didn't.
I couldn't tell you I did because I was so scared of losing you.
So I detached myself, for my own protection
and we drifted.
I thought we had ended and you would only think of me as a best friend,
but then I told you I was going on a date.
You couldn't let me be happy for one second,
you couldn't let me out of your selfish grip.
The very next day you told me you loved me
and I was still so scared.
So scared of being vulnerable, so scared of what would come next.
But I told you I loved you too, but that didn't seem to be enough.
You treated me like dirt and I think I figured out why you are verbally abusive.
It's because your dad was like that with you.
You never learned how to properly love someone,
and I desperately hope you figure it out soon.
We reconnected for two weeks,
and me being a hopeless romantic that won't let my guard down so easily,
I knew it wouldn't work, despite all hopes.
After that reconnection, I felt empty.
I tried to come up with an explanation why and I couldn't figure it out.
Although we did love each other, we weren't "in love".
All I wanted was to be wanted.
And only by you.
But we decided to remain friends.
Then I changed my mind.
You could never commit to me, I figured that out after that one time you asked me to be your girlfriend and then took it back the next day.
After almost a year,
you finally figured out what you wanted.
Not me.
"I'm not your type"
I will never understand how you can love someone who isn't your "type"
but I will always wonder what's so wrong with me that you couldn't keep loving me.
And I will always wonder what's so wrong with me that I could love someone who I knew could never treat me the way I deserve.
I will always love you, and I will always be there for you.
But I will also never be able to be myself with you again.
I showed you my most vulnerable parts and you denied me
and I am so ashamed I let myself get that close without a commitment.
My mom recently said, "Why buy the cow when you get the milk for free"
and I took that to heart.
I will find someone better, I know I will.
and they will want me for me,
not for my body, nor my money, nor because they think they can take advantage of the shy girl with her heart on her sleeve.
Sweetheart Jan 2015
I don't want to go the rest of my life wondering what would've happened if I was brave enough to love you.
What if by following my head, I've just shut you out of my heart because I'm afraid?
What if love is enough?
How will I know if I never try?
What if I give you my heart and you make me happy?
Even if it's just for a little while, I think it might be worth it.
You make my heart ache in a good way and that has to mean something, right?
What if we tried instead of giving up because "it's for the best"?
What would happen if we followed our hearts this time?
Sweetheart Jan 2015
Recently i was starting to move on
Recently he told he loves me
Recently i've told him i love him too
Recently i had *** for the second time
Recently i've felt empty
Recently i told my best friend i'm not a ******
Recently i figured out the difference between love and being in love
Recently i realized im not in love with him
Recently i've started to follow my head, not my heart
Recently i've felt alone
Recently i've had to make a decision
Recently i've decided not to be in a relationship with him
Recently i've realized that love is not enough
Recently i've felt numb
Recently i've decided not to have *** until marriage
Recently i've decided to work on myself and my relationship with God
Recently i've realized that worldly desires don't satisfy
Recently i've decided to put God before everything
Sweetheart Dec 2014
Her heart was being torn apart inside her ribcage,
what filled her heart was desolation,
tumbleweeds rolling down the abandoned streets of empty love,
vanquished remains of her hopes and dreams clutter the streets,
leafless trees all about, hosting homes for vultures eating her alive,
there is a brick wall being built slowly so no one could get in,
and a neon sign that read NO VACANCY.
Sweetheart Dec 2014
oh darling
when will you realize that home
is not a house
but a feeling
Sweetheart Dec 2014
So I wrote you a poem.

Which means I trust(ed) you.
I gave it to you for Christmas
at your little Christmas party
thinking you would read it later.
When you begged like a child,
i let you open part of your present,
but then you got into the rest
after I told you not to read it.
you  read  it  out  loud
in front of all our friends.
I felt my cheeks flush
and vision narrow,
thinking "I have to get away".
I go to the kitchen and pretend
i'm okay.

But I wasn't okay.

I gave you a piece of me,
no,
I trusted you with a piece of me.
and you gave it all away.
You showed the world my most sacred part of me,
without thinking if I wanted everyone to hear.

Thank you, "best friend", for showing me
that I made a mistake trusting you.
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