I love the dark hours of my being in which my senses drop into the deep. I...– Rainer Maria Rilke, from A Book for the Hours in Prayer, trans. Robert Bly (via proustitute)
Please Stop talking to me. You have to be the one to cut me off Because I can never bring myself to do it first. I always answer to you against my will and better judgement.
I think of each guy one at a time And from there, a million ideas of what to write comes to mind.
After all this time of going through the same thing, I have the game completely figured out. I thought I would become immune to the misery I put upon myself But when the guys end up hurting me like I already expected, It hurts all over again as always.
Blame it on the alcohol That brings you home in a drunken stupor And what turns a midnight rendezvous to hours of fighting. That causes you to promise you’d never lay hands on me After you already did. Alcohol is what made you bold Finding out about your deception is the last straw So that here you are now drinking alone in misery.
Rock. You rocked my world You were the rock so solid in my life. Then I had to be my own support in the chaos you created. You humiliated me. Now the only rock left, Is the one I want to crawl under.
That day, You came towards me at the same time a bee did So that my quick reaction caused me to somehow trip over my own foot. I laughed hysterically with you, I was crying. This would happen to me. I wasn’t sure if I switched to crying from embarrassment. This WOULD happen to me! But now, it has become our little joke. From the beginning, you always told me you like my curves You...
I forget to condemn the ones who mistreats me.
Two people with different lives and from different worlds Gave people a reason to talk And yet, you are my safety net. Even if we do our best to keep our love to ourselves, We know that they know. Loving you in a fish bowl Everything-exaggerated or not- Gets reported back to you. The occasional screaming, slammings and slaps- The neighbors hear but pretend they know nothing. And when you...
I’m tired of your pride getting in the way So that whatever I do is offensive to you. That I have to take back my harmless words and actions And practically beg you to stay.
Fuck you for making me so jaded For believing that the new love of my life Can turn into a jackass like you.
” Even if I stopped wanting you, A perspective pushes through, I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon I, shouldn’t play myself again, I should just be my own best friend, not Fuck myself, In the head with Stupid men.” ‘Tears Dry On Their Own’- Amy Winehouse
I wasn’t afraid of telling you the truth But now I’m wondering if I had confessed too much.
I never keep secrets about myself But my stupidity keeps me talking to the one person I shouldn’t. You treat me like the foolish person I am And I don’t need everyone else thinking the same.
Stop talking to me And giving me an incentive to answer you.
I knew you were unfaithful. You disappeared without a word to me. You came back with a ring. I already knew you were unfaithful. And I became one too When I slept with your best friend.
dearoldlove: I wish I could file a restraining order against my thoughts & dreams of you.
Today the roof caved in And I lost everything I thought I had in my life with you in it The walls broke down When my world fell apart. The ground became unstabled And I lost my footing. The Universe collapsed And it hasn’t stopped raining since but everything remains dry and without life.
Somehow our paths crossed You met me halfway At opposite ends of the world Meeting right in the middle I took the road less traveled like Robert Frost. It did make all the difference in the world. Fate has a way of doing that.
I want to fit into your shoes. Have them take me to all the places you’ve traveled and journey through your life So that when I take them off, I know where you stand And can walk besides you.
Tonight’s going to be the last night You’re going to come home late Climb into bed Expecting that I’ll be there. It’s the last time I’ll stay up waiting for you Anxiously waiting Pacing and biting my nails Brushing my teeth for the fourth time in an hour. Or when I’m lying awake And pretending to be asleep when I hear you creeping in. Tonight’s...
I wish I didn’t dreamt of you Because I woke up missing you even more.
It didn’t bother me much before And I accepted you as you are Flaws and all. But I wonder if you see what’s in front of you Whether you can even see through the haze you blow. Which reality do you live in day to day? Is the real me even a part of them? Did I really know you? Really know you? And if you gave it up for a day, Would I only know a stranger?
Whenever we fought, It never took us more than 30 minutes to make up again. When it took us 2 days after a heated reflection of where we stand now, I knew we were doomed.
I can’t seem to do you justice When I try to give you a melody. Worse is my inability to use bigger vocabulary Leaving me to describe you with meaningless words. You just can’t be confined in them. Look at me up til 3 in the morning, Trying to define you. It’s a pity that I can’t When you’re that wonderful.
A she-wolf A tamed kitty cat A coy lynx My animal instincts.
The wilted flowers on the coffee table The coffee table unstabled The chipped paint on the wall The lope-sided picture of you and I Hanging on the wall about to fall The clock frozen in time The atmosphere in the room Grey and dismal The cracked and dusty window panes The couch no longer occupied -Tainted with wine stains Welcome to my home without you.
You walked pass me As if I was shielded with an invisibility cloak.
I was never into romance of any kind. Then you came along and showed me how to love.
I think I’m starting to really feel for you. But I’m still keeping one foot out the door.
The greatest kind of love is one without lust. Just pure affection. You’re the one all the guys want to be friends with And the one all the girls want to be with Because they know you like I know you- A human being with a heart of gold. The one I miss the most When all the other men failed me. The friend I want to lie in bed with and tell stories with. A simple platonic relationship...
He called me difficult. It’s not the first time I’ve heard that in my life. Never preferring to get caught up in childish drama Yet still managing to be dramatic. I cry every once in a while just to cry. And I can’t explain that to you. Maybe he’s just being sympathetic Because he stuck around anyways.
I don’t care if you only tell me what you think I want to hear. Because it is all I want to hear.
It was always glamorous in my head And now that we’re both lying together in bed, I feel like my fantasies came true. You keep me guessing And everytime feels like I’m falling for you for the first time. Lying in bed while you blow smoke Touching and just watching the haze … Interlaced. Listening to you change the philosophy of what I previously thought about life.
You must think you’re clever Thinking you played everyone My patience is running thin Lying to my face- I think I’m done. You lack real human interaction Sitting in your room Your sad existance and pathetic distractions Chatting with gamers you don’t even know. I have better things to do Than to sit here, listening to you Trying to dig yourself out of the hole you...
Love me until I feel like I’m molded into a Rodin’s sculpture.
because when we’re lying there after Catching our breath Steadying it to a normal rhythm, I’m still an empty shell just as I was when we started. I forced myself to enjoy it.
Wait … you did what and what? I know … And of all the people … Exactly. … What is wrong with you?! To be honest, I have no fucking clue.
You’re oxygen for my lungs. The air I breathe. You are my life. Only more.
dearoldlove: I’m not sure which I hate more: that you only loved me out of convenience, or that I let you.