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I think if that special someone lived close she wouldnt have to question my doubtful heart. We made amends but nothings mended. she asks me if i would leave if a kiss was given to another, my answer is ‘i wouldnt leave’ but my soul will. the spiritual connection would no longer exist. Im so unsure…
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Don’t lose yourself trying to hold onto someone who doesn’t care about losing you.
Source: momoxa
Poem out of a song list
It’s all in the game
But Who’s sorry now
On those cold Harbor nights
Chances are
You are lonesome tonight
Unforgettable
How its moments like these
That are now or never
In which you break the heart that loves you
My stranger on the shore that writes
Love letters in the sand
Twilight hits and I’m confused
Ive gone crazy
Nights
It is nights like these that make me ponder about you. Nights like these that have me craving for your warmth. Your ghostly scent wafts around me making it unbearable to breathe and not think about you. It’s a curse. You are my curse. My mind ceaselessly thinks about you. You and your memories are contagious and spread through my mind like a wildfire. Emotionally burning away my strength to leave you. Eroding away the walls I once built to keep you from entering my heart and soul. I weep for the days that I could withhold from mentioning you. I long for the days that I would not think about you. I desire for the nights that I would catch sound sleep without fearing the dreams that I may have of you. The moments that I wouldn’t associate everything with the memory of you. My heart breaks, my lungs imploded, my soul rips in two by the mention of you and your feelings towards another. I am the sacrificial lamb that gives itself to you the lion. After I have given you me, after I have given you my all I am left as an empty shell of what I once was, and you move on.
Old Writings
She mused to herself, why had she still felt this way. Had she buried her feelings down so much that when she stopped trying they resurfaced? It was undeniable, no mater how her stomach retched at the mere sight of him, a part of her could still feel, still miss the ghost of his touch. The impression of his caresses were still etched on her skin. Was the thought of his attention that addicting, so tempting it almost seemed to coerce her into doing the unthinkable. She had enough hadn’t she? She wanted nothing more to do with him right? Her restless nights, her uneasy phone conversations, and an overwhelming sense of worry, but alas all those nights weren’t lonesome. The fear of being so open again. Traumatizing. She inevitably scarred, she doesn’t feel her heart beat anymore. Had he taken that too along with whatever innocence she had left. A fake smile is what was shown on her face. She had perfected the mask so efficiently, false happiness reaches her eyes just for a taste of authenticity. Her laugh rings false in her ears, but nonetheless still effective to the passerby. Most of her time, she was lost in a daze. A white fog of nothingness clouds her mind as she wanders aimlessly around her world. A brave face and the attitude of a warrior is the facade she puts up. An impenetrable wall she built up in order to keep out anyone at bay. How long would it be? A couple more weeks? Months? Years? She pathetically wishes for a change, a new experience, someone new. Fallen illusions, broken hopes and empty promises, the same material tattooed in her heart. A desperate craving of something new immediately followed by the memory of what has been and the expectance of the most likely will be.
11/7/10
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