I’m sick and tired of you playing this game. Fiddling with my heart and head like you’re a toddler playing with his toys. I’ve had enough of the kindergarten games you throw every which way, trying to get more people to play along, trapping them in a world where not only your love is nonexistent, but all of reality as well. Just stop playing and let me go.
It hurts
“And in that moment, you were everything.”
-Only you
-it’s always the same story -what story? -the story of how the girl loves the boy, but he didn’t love her back
The story of my life #2
• [I have scars but the most painful ones are fresh and in my heart.] •
They can’t be seen and hiding the pain hurts even more.
Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good
And here I am. Falling in love all over again. Will it hurt, the way it did before? Will my heart race as much as the first time? Which of the ‘what ifs’ will come true this time, or should I even bother? Should I feel excited? Scared? Only time will tell.
I hope this time the result changes
I know it will be the death of me. Again. My heart will die a second time when he tells me.
Why is it always me who gets the heartbreak?
I told my friend what hurt the most.
You taught me how to live, but you will also be the death of me.
Why?
The night you told me you loved her? It hurt me. It broke me. It scarred me. It still stings, even today, five months after. How could you not have seen the look in my eyes when we looked at each other? How could you not notice how often you caught me staring? Of course, I know the answer. All you saw then was her. I felt that way about you once too.
The things that everyone thinks about but never says out loud.
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