Today in science we learned that you can never gain cold, you can only have an absence of heat; and it made me think that maybe hatred doesn’t exist, and there’s only an absence of love.
and enjoy the
night with me?
Silently, let’s hear
the sweet sound
of the world’s whisper
while everyone is
dead for a while
do you ever stop and realize that people probably discuss you from time to time when you aren’t around to witness it
not even in a specifically positive or negative way just like
people mention you, or think of you, you occur to people sometimes
thats the most unnerving thing that i can think of, thats so weird, that i exist to people when im not even interacting with them
The past can’t be reached again is what I always tell myself.
Yet it still depresses me to think that we’re just another distanced memory. When we were once each other’s everything, when we’ve pinky promised and sealed it with a kiss that we would always be inseparable.
To look back on the connection we’ve had, the words we mouthed, and the flashbacks of us has always managed to suffocates every breathe of mine. I know what we had was real, because the kind of love we once shared awakened my soul, and it made me reach for more.
As time passes by, the pain in my chest goes easier on me when I think of you, the feeling of betrayal that has troubled me for so long also vanished. To put all of the blame on you wasn’t a part of my intentions but if I must, I’d want you to know that the hole you’ve shot right through my heart will never again be fulfilled as it caused a life long damage.
Did I mean anything to you? Sometimes I wonder. Other times, I’d rather carry on without knowing. That way, I can tell myself I was something to you, and that I just wasn’t enough, what you need is way more than all that I was or all that I will ever be.
If in some distance place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember the things we’ve learned from each other and how we both grew in love.
Don’t fucking waste your time with people who don’t have time for you, move on, be happy and don’t give a fuck about them
You’re nice and you get fucked over. You’re mean and you’re known as a bitch.
We fall in love with people who don’t love themselves, maybe because we think we could be someone’s missing piece. Perhaps that’s narcissistic, to think we are another individuals antidote for existence, and perhaps it’s the all too human need to be needed.
I don’t ask for much.
Show me how you feel
tell me what you think
and please, don’t lie.
We’re only human
I don’t expect perfection.
Just a little effort
and undivided attention.
We’ll take our interests
combine our lives
and mature over time
what else can we do?
Let’s just be.
I can’t change you.
and you can’t change me.
so glad I know how to hold down a real relationship the right way
unlike these hoes surrounding me, constantly wanting to fuck
we don’t love them hoes