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Love is good,
Love is sacred,
So take off your clothes and let us make it.
Love is perfect,
Love is strong,
But not immortal; it will someday be gone.
Love's not fair,
Love's not lust,
It's sensual, emotional, heart-warming trust.
But all's not right in paradise,
Love's a game, you roll the dice,
You lose the gamble, and it's the end,
Now it's "Too bad. Game over. Play again."
Chea. A lil bit emo. Just a lil bit.
I learned a lesson last night, for good. Although there are amazing guys in the world, like Aaron, Chris, Jorge, and I can't really think of any other names... there are guys out there pretending to be better than those guys, who are in fact, nothing more than immature boys craving pussy. They throw around "I love you" like it's rice at a wedding. They make you feel sensations you've never felt before. When your friends tell you he's lying, and that his only intentions are sexually based, he tries hard to make you believe in him. That only you know him, and they cannot judge.
The he gets a girlfriend.
And tells you he isn't sure he loved you for 3 years.
That it was all "sexually based." (Exact words.)
Your friends were right. It had meant so much more for you than for him.
You should have known better. You had experienced this before. Same boy, too. Then you turned your affections on someone else, who did the exact same thing. Then the boy from the past comes back and swears he loves you, and that things would be better; he's changed. And after 3 months, you start to believe him.
Never gaining suspicion. Never looking into his myspace when the answer was right there; a romance was building up in his comment section, but you chose to overlook that, and think "If he loves me, what she says doesn't matter."
You let yours be naiive and forced yourself to pretend you didn't know, for the sake of your own good.
He's a liar, a hypocrite, a sex addict, and disgusting pig who feeds on the feelings of someone who cared.
She doesn't care anymore. She knows better. And unlike him, when she swears she'll never do it again; she won't.
"I'll tear off my hand before I reach for you again." That was a lyric in one of her old songs... about him. She should be armless right now, but she isn't. Her body is in mint condition.
Her mind, on the other hand..
She's hurt. But stronger. She knows she doesn't deserve to be treated like a doll, put on the shelf when he wants to play with another.
She's fine.
She feels bad for that other girl, trapped by his words of endearment. She's probably fallen as bad as she did. Poor thing.
She's not stupid anymore, though.
She doesn't need a boyfriend.
She doesn't need the profanities of a male's "love."
She doesn't need anyone other than those that really cared about her.
And that was never him.
So may he live with her forever and a half in happiness.
Because she already has hers.
Love is sacred,
So take off your clothes and let us make it.
Love is perfect,
Love is strong,
But not immortal; it will someday be gone.
Love's not fair,
Love's not lust,
It's sensual, emotional, heart-warming trust.
But all's not right in paradise,
Love's a game, you roll the dice,
You lose the gamble, and it's the end,
Now it's "Too bad. Game over. Play again."
Chea. A lil bit emo. Just a lil bit.
I learned a lesson last night, for good. Although there are amazing guys in the world, like Aaron, Chris, Jorge, and I can't really think of any other names... there are guys out there pretending to be better than those guys, who are in fact, nothing more than immature boys craving pussy. They throw around "I love you" like it's rice at a wedding. They make you feel sensations you've never felt before. When your friends tell you he's lying, and that his only intentions are sexually based, he tries hard to make you believe in him. That only you know him, and they cannot judge.
The he gets a girlfriend.
And tells you he isn't sure he loved you for 3 years.
That it was all "sexually based." (Exact words.)
Your friends were right. It had meant so much more for you than for him.
You should have known better. You had experienced this before. Same boy, too. Then you turned your affections on someone else, who did the exact same thing. Then the boy from the past comes back and swears he loves you, and that things would be better; he's changed. And after 3 months, you start to believe him.
Never gaining suspicion. Never looking into his myspace when the answer was right there; a romance was building up in his comment section, but you chose to overlook that, and think "If he loves me, what she says doesn't matter."
You let yours be naiive and forced yourself to pretend you didn't know, for the sake of your own good.
He's a liar, a hypocrite, a sex addict, and disgusting pig who feeds on the feelings of someone who cared.
She doesn't care anymore. She knows better. And unlike him, when she swears she'll never do it again; she won't.
"I'll tear off my hand before I reach for you again." That was a lyric in one of her old songs... about him. She should be armless right now, but she isn't. Her body is in mint condition.
Her mind, on the other hand..
She's hurt. But stronger. She knows she doesn't deserve to be treated like a doll, put on the shelf when he wants to play with another.
She's fine.
She feels bad for that other girl, trapped by his words of endearment. She's probably fallen as bad as she did. Poor thing.
She's not stupid anymore, though.
She doesn't need a boyfriend.
She doesn't need the profanities of a male's "love."
She doesn't need anyone other than those that really cared about her.
And that was never him.
So may he live with her forever and a half in happiness.
Because she already has hers.