All these cute ******* couples. With their tumblr pictures and their radiating love. All these ******* adorable young lovers with their innocent hearts, Not even possibly being able to think about heart break. Oh how they make my blood boil. My taped up heart stands there, waiting to be torn down again, While they kiss on camera.
My blood fizzles, My bones crack and My eyes ache for a lover.
My heart left empty, Lots of cute boys but none for me.
Those adorable ******* couples make me ache for a good heart break.
I remember the first time I saw him If I'd only knew then how he'd leave me feeling so grim But I fell for his good looks and how he acted proper and prim I thought he loved me just as much as I loved him But he left me drowning when I thought we were going to swim
Left me alone in the dark Took all of life's spark When he told me he was leaving and I had no remark And watched his back as he disembarked on another journey with another girl Leaving no part of me unmarked No part of my heart unscared
Him I'll always remember him He was my first crush He was my first love Andhe was the one who rendered me useless to the world But he has moved on And so must I With *Him
girl of country forests and dusty magical roads and the calm on hurricane streets a tint of pink sitting on maroon carpets turning pages of a novel dream
her pale hand on an age old paper bleak ink and words, pouring an ocean with her dark brown eyes penning thoughts sending letters into the future
writes notes on sticky pads in a library of broken hearts where the rule is to stay quiet to only scream inside and just like the books she borrowed, never let herself fall apart
lazy afternoon adventures seeking rainbows and smiles barefoot, feeling cold on play dates with her dog which apparently talks to her when the boys in her school won't
now there could have been someone who made her dream of a heaven somewhere but he only took her to a really hot place something 'hell' said a sign before the door he let go of her hand, pushed her in returned back and left her there
this was what she had to become just like this lonely burning place, she started within her a fire a fire no one could douse she burnt her dreams but never the forest that grew behind her house
for in the forest, she had to burn pages, words, letters to the boy she wrote with bleeding ink until she had burnt all the dark memories of yesterday and found her fiery smile in those flames
she couldn't sleep at night while everyone dreams, her thoughts loom spells on the poignant calm in the air something magical, exciting about this darkness and when she plays with her pretty dark hair yet still it remains a lonely, desolate room
but even the night passes a girl, now in love with sunrises because even those are just the embers from a burning sun, a million miles away oh boy, she still loves a beautiful fire and waits for a boy to burn in her desire
a girl who used to be the calm has now become a storm but she keeps reminding to herself there are souls who still love art and light so that's why even broken pieces, ashes and fires can make a beautiful home
Please i’m begging you on my knees. Please stay. Please tell me you love me. Please hold me and tell me you will stay. You had me wrapped around your little finger the minute you walked through that door. My friends warned me about you. “Don’t let him lure you in.” “He’s a ****** bag.” “He will break your heart.” “All he wants is you to feel pain.” I heard them as clear as glass but did I listen? Did I? No… Of course not. The signs were there. Your hair… Your hat… Your use of bad language… Your cocky grin when you looked at me… Your eyes when they stared me down… And you dragged me in. You charmed me with passion. You talked to me non stop. You would wink and lick your lips… And I just smiled and fell into your trap. Then one day. After all the attempted conversations. You told me you didn't want me talking to you. I asked why and cussed at you. You told me I was immature. I told you I was fragile. You told me you werent. “Why do you take things so personally!” your cold heart spoke to my broken heart. I spent my days thinking about you… My nights crying over you… “Its all about age and maturity” you said. “It’s still possible. It just will take time.” you whispered. “Wait a few years…” your hands snaked around my throat, “Just wait and see… Maybe we will be together soon…” you told me. I am too young for you yet you are not too old for me. You let me into your world… I wanted to stay! Yet you shut the door on me… My fingers hover over the keyboard. Your contact name accentuated by a little broken heart. -Hey. DELETE -Hey! DELETE -Hello. DELETE -Hi. DELETE
I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to long the sight of you in front of me anymore. No. I want you next to me. I want you close. Is that too much to ask for?! I guess it is… Maybe you are just afraid to love someone so innocent…? Maybe you don't want to break me…? Will two years go by if I blink twice? Or do I have to click my heels three times? I know the years will roll by and we might forget each other. I hope not. But at the same time I do… I want to forget the little things. The little memories. I want to forget how you made me feel. How I was happy and in love… I want to forget how you make me feel now… Broken and sad… Why do I love you?! I don’t understand myself… I know i’m not your only… I know I will forever be your number two… But just know that you are my number one when I wish you were my number negative one…
You are the devil. I am an angel. And I fell for you. My self conscience has disowned me… She mocks me… But I am in love… And sadly, i'm in love with you…
Desolate beach--- trudging alone, an old memory with a hook sharp, pulls him backwards, wobbly foot prints on soggy sand-- instead of her petite feet playfully filling each, puddles appear, reminding the pools of tear in her sad eyes, at the moment they parted for ever without even a word.
I miss you Your warm laugh, glassy blue eyes and sad, sad smile That made it look like you were crying Out of sight Inside.
Her heart beats for you Slowly, In pain You who never noticed Or cares to notice again. Aloof. Standing tall. Distant. Away.
Her heart beats for you Despite your coldness Your emptiness Your emotions' grave It still beats.
She's dying. We all are The rose petals have fallen A long time ago My tears had fallen and dried Moments after Hers still fall Forming seas She slowly drowns As her heart weakly beats Straining in pain Her body sick.
You still smile now Coldly Your eyes a hardened gray Diamonds rather than glass Your joy is our pain Not just us but the world. Yet, No matter how you try to push it behind you You can't ignore the past You have failed.
I hope you're happy. I'm no longer missing... Her heart's stopped beating... Beating for you.
Tomorrow, You shall be forgotten...
Black frost, the stars above you and a kiss goodbye.
As the day goes on, the worse I feel.... Is there something I did? Why does it always end so construed...... I can't even look into the mirror without falling into rage and despair, to ribbons of pain that intertwine and entangle my soul, my heart, just the bare fragments I still hold of myself.
These ribbons, these cords attach like an umbilical and ***** the life out of the remaining pieces.
My mind, the once bright lantern struggles and convulses against the shadows that emanate from my eyes.
These shades asphyxiate me...
If this is truly the end, It at least brings me comfort That there was a beginning...