My mind goes over and over and over.
I can't stop thinking, and need to stop.
It's just hurting me even more and i don't think i can deal with it.
But what if, everything im saying is just to keep my mind at ease.
What if, it wasn't true, what if i made it all up?
I'm so scared that he will move on quicker than i expect.
what will happen then? i guess i will have to deal with it.
I know i have to stop, i have to let go, but right now, i can't.
Not letting go is probably the thing that is going to make it worse.
i can't let go, not just yet, because truthfully, im in love with him.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
his heart. your heart
His heart. Your Heart.
Both fragile both hurt.
These days everything hurts, nothing ever makes it better. Nothing anyone except that one person does can help you.
But they can’t do anything because they are hurting too, you both are.
It’s killing you inside and its killing him.
If you give it time it should get better and even though you know you shouldn’t doubt that, you do.
You believe everything he says to you because he makes everything alright.
You have so much to say but you don’t know how to.
You just want this to be over, want it all to be good again.
His Heart. Your Heart.
Both fragile. Both hurt.
Your mind goes around and around constantly, trying to figure out what to say, trying to figure out what the right thing to do is.
Take it one step at a time. One breath at a time.
Take extra care of what you say, think about it before you speak for what you say could have a really bad outcome and just hurt much more than you intended to.
You tread slowly and quietly maybe then that will make it all good.
His Heart. Your Heart.
Both fragile. Both Hurt.
Both fragile both hurt.
These days everything hurts, nothing ever makes it better. Nothing anyone except that one person does can help you.
But they can’t do anything because they are hurting too, you both are.
It’s killing you inside and its killing him.
If you give it time it should get better and even though you know you shouldn’t doubt that, you do.
You believe everything he says to you because he makes everything alright.
You have so much to say but you don’t know how to.
You just want this to be over, want it all to be good again.
His Heart. Your Heart.
Both fragile. Both hurt.
Your mind goes around and around constantly, trying to figure out what to say, trying to figure out what the right thing to do is.
Take it one step at a time. One breath at a time.
Take extra care of what you say, think about it before you speak for what you say could have a really bad outcome and just hurt much more than you intended to.
You tread slowly and quietly maybe then that will make it all good.
His Heart. Your Heart.
Both fragile. Both Hurt.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
You wish it was all a dream
You breathe in and out slowly. Your heart skips a beat and a tear appears in your
Nothing could ever explain why, nothing could ever change the past. Every time you close your eyes the past flashes before you.
Every morning when you wake, you wake up thinking it was all a dream, hoping and praying that it was. You throw the covers back, sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. Your eyes fall to the bedside table; you see it and your breathing stops. The tears well making your vision blurry. Slowly your hand moves to the silver frame that holds the photo of the ones held safely in your heart.
Nothing could ever explain why it had to be them, why it had to happen to you. Your whole world was torn apart. It only took minutes for them to disappear, for them to be gone forever. Five smiles, five sets of laughter, five souls, gone.
Every photograph, every moment that took your breath away, every thought hurts. When the pain seems to ease it’s only like that for a minute. When it returns its worse every single time, stabbing so hard at your heart.
You knew that everything was going to be all right back then, now nothing seems all right.
Slowly you pick the frame up, swing you legs back onto the bed, lie down, and wipe away the tears that have fallen. You pull back the covers and close you eyes, the frame held tightly in your hands, keeping the ones inside safe.
Nothing could ever explain why, nothing could ever change the past. Every time you close your eyes the past flashes before you.
Every morning when you wake, you wake up thinking it was all a dream, hoping and praying that it was. You throw the covers back, sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the bed. Your eyes fall to the bedside table; you see it and your breathing stops. The tears well making your vision blurry. Slowly your hand moves to the silver frame that holds the photo of the ones held safely in your heart.
Nothing could ever explain why it had to be them, why it had to happen to you. Your whole world was torn apart. It only took minutes for them to disappear, for them to be gone forever. Five smiles, five sets of laughter, five souls, gone.
Every photograph, every moment that took your breath away, every thought hurts. When the pain seems to ease it’s only like that for a minute. When it returns its worse every single time, stabbing so hard at your heart.
You knew that everything was going to be all right back then, now nothing seems all right.
Slowly you pick the frame up, swing you legs back onto the bed, lie down, and wipe away the tears that have fallen. You pull back the covers and close you eyes, the frame held tightly in your hands, keeping the ones inside safe.
You cry out his name. Begging for him to come back. Begging him for forgiveness. The look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know. You hurt him so much more that you could ever imagine, the pain you caused him was thing you didn’t want to do.
Your heart beats furiously in your chest as his hand slips away and he turns and walks away. The alcohol that you’ve consumed has made it hard to see; the tears that cloud your vision make it harder.
You don’t know what to do; you don’t know where to go. All you want is him. All you want is to take everything you said back. All you want is for everything to be okay.
To,
You, Beautiful
you always made
each and every breath
easier
to take
even if you began
by taking
my breath
away
From,
My Heart
(http://lovetrains.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-04-27T20%3A29%3A00%2B08%3A00&max-results=3)
You, Beautiful
you always made
each and every breath
easier
to take
even if you began
by taking
my breath
away
From,
My Heart
(http://lovetrains.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-04-27T20%3A29%3A00%2B08%3A00&max-results=3)
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