i know what it's like on the inside of love.
the worse part about a broken heart isn't the ending so much as the start.
where do i begin? i feel like i've mentally been separated from my heart and all i can do to stop myself from hurting is to shut my mind off completely. stop thinking. stop remembering who you were... who she was... who we were. from the first day we met i knew there was something special about her. i went a week completely obsessed with the idea of meeting her because i knew there was something about her. a completely unknown force driving me to think about a girl i have never talked to. never even really seen. i just... knew...
so really... was it a complete surprise i fell in love with her a month later. fuck the briefness of "getting to know each other". this was a girl who swept me off my feet even before meeting me. this was a girl who made me forget two years of disillusion that i had already meant the love of my life. this was a girl who showed me what it really was like to love and to be loved. this was a girl who knew me best. inside and out. i loved her without fear. without doubt. without insecurity or outisde help.
she loved her more than she could ever say. she wanted to give her everything she needed hoping it was within her. that she could make her happy enough to satisfy the both of them. their differences would become their strengths, their arguments would become their compromise... their love would become their weapon. she wouldn't lose this war. she wouldn't loose this battle.
tear stained cheeks and shaking hands. the screen is blurry behind watery eyes.
muffled sounds from her chest as she tries to choke back the embarassing sounds of a whaling heart. the short gasps for breath wishing she wouldn't hurt this much tommorow.
when i think about you. i hurt so deep inside. you are everything to me. and it would take everything in me to let you go.
even if you asked me to. i'd still hold on as tight as the first night you let me hold you.
so life. do your worst. i won't ever be ready so it wouldn't surprise me much.
where do i begin? i feel like i've mentally been separated from my heart and all i can do to stop myself from hurting is to shut my mind off completely. stop thinking. stop remembering who you were... who she was... who we were. from the first day we met i knew there was something special about her. i went a week completely obsessed with the idea of meeting her because i knew there was something about her. a completely unknown force driving me to think about a girl i have never talked to. never even really seen. i just... knew...
so really... was it a complete surprise i fell in love with her a month later. fuck the briefness of "getting to know each other". this was a girl who swept me off my feet even before meeting me. this was a girl who made me forget two years of disillusion that i had already meant the love of my life. this was a girl who showed me what it really was like to love and to be loved. this was a girl who knew me best. inside and out. i loved her without fear. without doubt. without insecurity or outisde help.
she loved her more than she could ever say. she wanted to give her everything she needed hoping it was within her. that she could make her happy enough to satisfy the both of them. their differences would become their strengths, their arguments would become their compromise... their love would become their weapon. she wouldn't lose this war. she wouldn't loose this battle.
tear stained cheeks and shaking hands. the screen is blurry behind watery eyes.
muffled sounds from her chest as she tries to choke back the embarassing sounds of a whaling heart. the short gasps for breath wishing she wouldn't hurt this much tommorow.
when i think about you. i hurt so deep inside. you are everything to me. and it would take everything in me to let you go.
even if you asked me to. i'd still hold on as tight as the first night you let me hold you.
so life. do your worst. i won't ever be ready so it wouldn't surprise me much.