oopsiedaisie

“And my mistake was believing you would stay, being so insanely in love that I made you my everything. I ripped out my insides and filled myself with you instead. I breathed all of you in with a sense of security that you were mine to stare at. And maybe you were, at least for a little while but soon enough my eyes weren’t the only ones allowed to look at the art and even though it specifically said don’t touch the piece you were fine with girls feeling you, the ones who’s eyes filled with bad intentions and had lips that have been kissed more times then one. And soon enough the air was stale and your smell was absent and maybe my insides felt on fire because I was foolish enough to let you in so you made up all my heart beats and each one of my breaths and it hurt like hell sitting in the dark as I waited for the call you promised you’d make but never did. And soon enough your eyes that used to only look at me started to drift and your smile started to falter and by the time you left it didn’t hurt as much as I thought but all the same it knocked the air out of me, because you were everything and that will be my one mistake, because you don’t come back from that, from taking out everything that matters and putting someone in its place, because no matter how long it’s been he’ll still be apart of you and you’ll never be able to get his smell of your skin or his mouth off your lips. And you’ll realize while he was your everything you were only temporary space in the back of his brain (h.f)”

Stop begging for me to go. Stop pushing me away like you do not need me at all. For each time when you do so, I am afraid that I will do as you have told me to. I am afraid I will leave.

And so she said, it is not your fault for not loving me the way I wanted you to. It is my fault for expecting too much from you.

“What can I do to stop the hurt in you?” Hugging her knees up to her chest, she looked up at his face as the question rolled out of his mouth. Every word was said with emotions, and they bounced from the tip of his tongue to her heart. She then reached out for his hand, which he gave to her almost immediately as he kneeled before her. She brought his hand to her face, pressing his palm against her cheek. “Love me.” She said, her voice quiet and trembling. He lifted his other hand and gently pushed some strains of hair from her face before caressing her cheeks. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “Love me.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “I do,” he whispered, “Oh I really do.”