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Unrequited Love Oct 2014
Its so much easier to push someone away, than to let yourself become vulnerable.
                                                     ­         
To give them the power to hurt you.

Showing your true feelings is relinquishing all your power.

You're trusting them not to take advantage of your weaknesses.

And that, is an absolutely ridiculous notion.

Once weakness is spoted, it is used and abused, untill you are just a quivering mess lying on the floor, wondering how you ever let yourself get into such a situation.

I will not be:
Vulnerable  
Powerless
Weak

I am strong, because people don't know the real me, and that's how its going to stay.
People don't care about anything but themselves
Unrequited Love Sep 2014
I wonder how long it will take him, to realise that being with me, is a mistake.
He will figure it out sooner or later
Unrequited Love Sep 2014
For the first time ever someone chose me over her.

But I was no longer an option...
I couldn't be with him, it would be wrong.
Unrequited Love Aug 2014
What if for once something went right?

Like he liked me back.

My parents could be proud of me for just a little bit.

My brother could be sober.

I could actually become a dancer.

Or I passed my last science test.

At this point I'd settle for a good night sleep.

Or just a reason to smile.

But it seems that is far to much to ask for in this life.
If just one thing could go my way I'd be so happy
Unrequited Love Jul 2014
Is it possible to miss someone you have never met ?

To crave their touch even though you have never truly experienced it.      

To miss their presence even though they have never been with you.

Well I hope with all my heart it is.

Because some how I find myself missing you...
I met a guy for a moment but I don't think ill ever forget him.
Unrequited Love Jul 2014
If I give you a kiss,promise you'll give it back?
You can borrow it when ever you want ;)
Unrequited Love Jul 2014
Now my clothes are stained with the memory's of the boys that took them off.

The ones that never bothered to learn my middle name.

And I never found out their favourite colour...
I can't get dressed without a flashback now days
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