writing about you

After all of this, I still can't hate you.

Maybe it's my fault. Maybe everything is my fault. Maybe I sabotage myself over and over again just to feel that pain again. Maybe I've felt it so much I became addicted to it. Maybe happiness isn't for everyone.

a few words on a screen and I am yours all over again.

Without you, my heart is blue.

I am either too much or not enough.

Maybe one day, you'll write about me too.

.. and that hole in my chest grows bigger with every minute spent away from you. Is it funny to you ?

I’m searching for new ways of forgetting… I’m trying to convince myself that you are just a creation of my mind, a work of art from my imagination, a ghost I chose to believe in…

Thanks. Now my standards are too high because of you.

You say you don't like what I became. But I'm just the result of what you did.

Should I feel bad because I don't feel anymore ? Should I long for ache when I finally got emptiness ?

And in order to become a queen, the princess had to die

Maybe we only have one real love, maybe I won't ever meet someone like you, and maybe I won't ever be as good with somebody else that I could have been with you.. But I'm tired, and it's time to love myself a bit.

You taught me that goodbyes are hard. You taught me that promises can break. You taught me that endings aren't always happy. But you didn't teach me how to move on.

Did you ever feel so much at once ? Did you ever feel language couldn't express your pain ? Did you ever feel like dying inside but tears wouldn't fall ? Did you ever feel anything of what I felt ? No. You didn’t.

My love for you is so big it drowns every inch of me. But even if I literally drowned, you would still find a way to say I'm faking.