to my young grasshopper(doont complain youre younger than me)
Yes love does hurt.....and it takes a long time.......I know that you are all "what do you know about the pain of love you are perfectly happy?" well I shall tell you a thing that I dont tell many or even talk about for that matter. I just don't want you to comepletly give up on the best feeling in the world. Besides you know it knowing me.
The times are fuzzy:
It was summer and i was young. I met this girl crying on the seawall about her boyfriend. They had broken up. I was there we hung out. She asked me out within the next month. I got attached. I thought I was in love. I know now that it wasn't. I was just her puppet to get back at her boyfriend. After 2 months(about) I cought her with her boyfriend again. I tried to kill myself.
She even let me meet her parents and her older brother. I left. It was all that I could do leaving all of the money and gifts in the past. I didnt want them back. I wasnt even upset about them. A little while later(school was in)
I got a call from her to go to the movies. I went because I thought we were still friends. She acted like we were still together. I asked her about her boyfriend and she said they were over. So I told her to look me in the eye and I told her that I didnt want to be with someone that didnt love me. I believed her when she said she loved me. Within the next month she told me "I dont need you anymore". I tried to kill myself again. I cried for a week. The only thing that got me through was school and boys. I tried to call her to talk to get back together. We talked a little but it wasnt the same. I went to her house one day to surprise her. Her brother yelled at me. Her parents werent home and neither was she. I called for the next 2 weeks or so. No answer or machine. I called her brother and told me what happened. She died.
"She was killed" he said. My heart sank. I felt there was nothing left. I couldnt do anything about it. I didnt try to kill myself this time. I started to explore sex. And guys. I was a lip whore because I didnt want to get pregnant. I did other stuff. I am not proud of it. I still hate her. Id still want her to be alive.
I havent found love. It has found me.
The times are fuzzy:
It was summer and i was young. I met this girl crying on the seawall about her boyfriend. They had broken up. I was there we hung out. She asked me out within the next month. I got attached. I thought I was in love. I know now that it wasn't. I was just her puppet to get back at her boyfriend. After 2 months(about) I cought her with her boyfriend again. I tried to kill myself.
She even let me meet her parents and her older brother. I left. It was all that I could do leaving all of the money and gifts in the past. I didnt want them back. I wasnt even upset about them. A little while later(school was in)
I got a call from her to go to the movies. I went because I thought we were still friends. She acted like we were still together. I asked her about her boyfriend and she said they were over. So I told her to look me in the eye and I told her that I didnt want to be with someone that didnt love me. I believed her when she said she loved me. Within the next month she told me "I dont need you anymore". I tried to kill myself again. I cried for a week. The only thing that got me through was school and boys. I tried to call her to talk to get back together. We talked a little but it wasnt the same. I went to her house one day to surprise her. Her brother yelled at me. Her parents werent home and neither was she. I called for the next 2 weeks or so. No answer or machine. I called her brother and told me what happened. She died.
"She was killed" he said. My heart sank. I felt there was nothing left. I couldnt do anything about it. I didnt try to kill myself this time. I started to explore sex. And guys. I was a lip whore because I didnt want to get pregnant. I did other stuff. I am not proud of it. I still hate her. Id still want her to be alive.
I havent found love. It has found me.