God my updating pure sucked didnt it?
So yeah i think i need to make it up to yaz,
extra long post maybe?
depends how good we get!
i Remember when the days were long, and the nights were even longer. how we moved from the house, to the gardens, the grass was our carpet. water fights, and childish fights, my summer days with you.
i just want to forget about what's real, and sit here and hate you. like really hate you. just want to be able to deal with what you've done to me and no longer hurt, no longer feel angry. i just want to banish you to a far distant place that i'll forget, for you to disappear for good. i wan't to be able to switch myself off, whenever i know you're going to hurt me. and i want to be able to say i hate you without my heart screaming that i love you.
and the second, the very second you tell me that i can finally be everything to you, i'll be there, and i will be there in a heartbeat. but until you can tell me that, and can really truelly mean it, i won't be there, i never will.
and sweetie, i know that you loved him, and i know that it hurts, but if he loved you too, he wouldn't of walked away from you, not the first time, not the second time, not even the hundreth time, he'd of never left.
i've finally realised that, where-ever it is that i keep trying to run away to,
it's never far enough when it comes down to you.
doesn't it feel so awkward, so wrong, seeing him holding her,
and pretending you didn't.
she's strong, but she can't take that, not ever.
i'm pretending that what's there, is lost. and i'll carry on like before, but this time, unlike before,
you're on my mind every minute.
she's my otherhalf. we may not share the same timetable, but we share much more than that. she might sing new rock and i might hum club classics. but she has my interest. i get over her moody strops, she gets over my bitchy side. that's a bestfriend. and we might not be with eachother twenty four seven, but if we could, then we would.
she's a single girl, does she know nothing about love? no. she's wise.
she knows it's better to be alone than to be with someone that's wrong.
how can something that hurt so much of been worth it?
he liked you, enough to fuck you.
he loved me, enough to not fuck me over.
blast the music, and dance your heart out. dance until you lose yourself completely,
or atleast until you find yourself again.
it's not death that i'm afraid of. i'm afraid that when my life is up, i haven't completed what i wanted to do. i didn't meet the one i couldn't go a minute without, i didn't find the place where i fit perfectly. i'm afraid of the things that i might miss out on.
and it's the ultimate test, the moment you's meet again after. and i'll look at you, and you'll look at me, but this time will be different, because i'll look away, and i won't look around again. and that's how we'll both know it's finished. because i'll of got over you.
our hearts read the beauty that our eyes never see.
i know that i love you, but i also know that i want to stop.
i feel exhausted, not in a literal run a marathon exhaustion, but the fact that i'm trying, i'm trying to make this work, because i know that this'll be worth it, but you don't care, you don't try.
and if i'm here living, then i'll be waiting for you.
and if you need me, then i'll be there.
and id do anything, i guess that means i love you.