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How long can you hold onto something before it slips away? What is the time span? Tell me.
When love nests inside you and plants it's seeds, how long will it stay and grow before it decides to move on? To hop off to the next contestant on it's popular game-show. A week? A month? Fifteen minutes? How swift is the feeling? How fleeting the emotion?
Is there someone who can give me an answer?
And while you're at it, while you're explaining how long love stays with you - explain to me why people throw love away. Why they look at someone who is perfect for them, who could make them the happiest person ever, that would care for them, follow their every whim no matter the danger or impossibility and turn away? Give them a better view of the back of their head? Why?
Because guess what? I don't love you anymore "boo." - no. I can't love you anymore. Because you're not "shugaboo" anymore. You're not "rosytosy" or any other fucking term of endearment I labeled you with. Now you're just the bestfriend again, someone that I can run to with problems, and who I can cry to but not on or over.
I'm not giving you the fucking benefit of the doubt anymore. I'm not letting you do whatever you want with my heart. Because right now I feel like shoving a fucking barbie down your throat.
I'm not loving you anymore. You don't fucking deserve it, bitch.
When love nests inside you and plants it's seeds, how long will it stay and grow before it decides to move on? To hop off to the next contestant on it's popular game-show. A week? A month? Fifteen minutes? How swift is the feeling? How fleeting the emotion?
Is there someone who can give me an answer?
And while you're at it, while you're explaining how long love stays with you - explain to me why people throw love away. Why they look at someone who is perfect for them, who could make them the happiest person ever, that would care for them, follow their every whim no matter the danger or impossibility and turn away? Give them a better view of the back of their head? Why?
Because guess what? I don't love you anymore "boo." - no. I can't love you anymore. Because you're not "shugaboo" anymore. You're not "rosytosy" or any other fucking term of endearment I labeled you with. Now you're just the bestfriend again, someone that I can run to with problems, and who I can cry to but not on or over.
I'm not giving you the fucking benefit of the doubt anymore. I'm not letting you do whatever you want with my heart. Because right now I feel like shoving a fucking barbie down your throat.
I'm not loving you anymore. You don't fucking deserve it, bitch.