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I’m over you But I will never be over what we had

I keep typing out all my feelings to you Then I remember I’m not allowed anymore

how can i feel  so empty and yet so full  all at once

Most of the time I don’t even know what today is Then certain dates roll around that I can’t forget

You break my heart   not because you don’t love me  But because you don’t love yourself

My heart needed a voice

I miss you You miss me Yet we keep missing each other

You think her kiss is magic One day you’ll learn it’s poison

I am a believer Always wanting To believe In the good in people In something bigger That promises made Are promises kept

It took a long time And immeasurable disappointment To become this distrustful But I’m really not

On the inside I still believe In you

And I believe You will break my heart Again

I am angry with you  But I am far more  disappointed in myself 

This is my fault

I let you in I showed you all my softest  most vulnerable bits I allowed myself to believe  you’d keep them safe

This is my fault

You tainted my book

The one where all my words go Every other page soiled With thoughts of you Poems of adoration And lines of punishment My devotion literally Written all over it

You tainted my heart

Leap of Faith can be an expensive ride,  though well worth it I just wish I were worth the price   of admission to you

I used to think the worst case scenario  would be you decided you disliked the real me But your apathy cuts deeper than any hatred could

I wonder sometimes  - okay, more than sometimes - if your inner demons  - those bastards; fuck them - let you feel what you actually feel  - not just the watered down emotions which manage to filter through your walls - would you be able to love me  - would you be in love with me -

Chocolate is a health food. I bring her chocolate and I remain healthy.

I’m no good with waiting.

The silence. The wondering. The voices chattering. It kills me.

But I wait. For you.

lost abandoned help me find me love me

I know you love my tits, but can you love the heart beneath?

His possession wrapped around me like a warm coat, shielding me in a way it felt like only he could from my own frozen heart

Hyperbole is my favorite form of communication Overstating a happiness I barely feel is easier than admitting to the overwhelming sadness

As much as I long to hear it it eases my mind to realize the reason you can’t say you love me is because you do