Everything hurts-
The way your hands reach to brush my hair
out of my eyes,
the way your arms
lay limp across my waist,
the way you say you love me...
I've been with you eleven months
and I have just realized
I love you that much more than you love me,
if you even do.
What used to be called "little acts of kindness
to put a smile on my face,"
are now called "hassles."
and what used to be "spending a day together"
is called me "crowding your space."
I wonder how much space you'd have
if I just up and left?
Who would notice?
Do I convince myself
that it's no one
because
Self-sympathy is a mother-fucking disease
( and I'm diagnosed.)
I've caught you lying.
over,
and over,
and over again,
but I never say a word because any minute now
you're going to come around that corner
and I'm going to shut your phone with haste
convincing myself I trust you-
even as your late night phone-calls
aren't made to me.
Eleven months
and I'm not happy.
and maybe I just pray and pray
that this isn't an illusion--
and maybe despite how bad it hurts;
how bad it makes me cry-
I want you to fall out of love with me
( so it can be ok for me to confess,
that maybe I just don't love you like I used to)
Author notes
Eh.
I dont know
this isn't meant to be good.
Ugh.
I feel sick now.
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I LOVE THIS! Get out of my head! lol. You say here what I'm thinking at this very moment. It hurts when you love someone more than they love you. And god I wish sometimes he'd just break my heart and get it over with. INCREDIBLE JOB YOU GENIUS! Jane
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Wonderful
I really like this one because I tell myself the same thing over and over but it never seems to happen. -
Self-sympathy is a mother-fucking disease
( and I'm diagnosed.)
i love it
eh i hpe you guys arnt having bad relationship
like me and q did
i love you and i hope it works
think of it this way
heart breaks make great poems -
Aw. Damn falling out of love.
"and what used to be "spending a day together"
is called me "crowding your space.""
--stop making me cry, please. I can't handle this I can relate to this too much right now. I need to punch something or just curl up and reguritate my stomach on someone's brand new carpet leave a stain. At least I could leave an imprint somewhere since I obviously can't do it to someone. Someone that matters.
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Eleven months
and I'm not happy.
and maybe I just pray and pray
that this isn't an illusion--
and maybe despite how bad it hurts;
how bad it makes me cry-
I want you to fall out of love with me
( so it can be ok for me to confess,
that maybe I just don't love you like I used to)
this is so sad; sweetie
i almost started to cry ily
♥
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Well, it is good, either way, darling. And I hope this isn't happening seriously, if it is I am so sorry hun. This poem is wonderful. Great write.
Love ya.
Austy
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Well this said alot already.
you know sometimes we stay in things that hurt us, and may be some people call it masochism or something like that, but i feel its only because we build comfort zones. & thats the hardest thing to unfold, after folding and building it to what it is, even its a piece of shit, it means alot to us b/c WE built it, WE put work into it.
but it doesnt mean shit if there's only one person building the pieces...
i love you hun. i am utterly sorry that you have to go through this but i hope you know that there are TONS of people who love you everywhere. your amazing. and i know you know that.
[♥]
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this comment means the world to me.
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