Another poem, another line.

Another girl pretending she’s fine.

Another hour, another day, she wishes she could get away.

Another heartbreak, another tear.

Another excuse she doesn’t want to hear.

Another paper, another pen.

She writes “she wants to be strong again”.

Another story, another lie.

Another night that she will cry.

Another band, another song.

Another day passed, slowly gone.

Another scream, another doubt.

“Kick me while I’m down”

Another forced smile, another broken heart.

Just another girl wishing life would restart.

ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ.

ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs ᴛᴏ sᴍɪʟᴇ.

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ, ᴋɪssᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ.

I’ve learned that goodbyes will always hurt.

Pictures never replace being there.

Memories, good or bad, will bring tears to your eyes, and words will never be able to replace the feelings.

The very first time I looked into his eyes, things changed forever.

The feeling I got was so indescribable.

The moment his body touched mine, it felt like time had stopped.

If your life was all you had to give to the one you loved, how could you not give it?

Our relationship has never followed the rules.

We’ve never been the kind of fairytale couple you see in the movies.

It seems like we’re either head over heels in love or crazy with frustration.

Were not perfect, and neither is this relationship.

But you know what? Its ours.

All ours.

The little jokes that only we understand.

The way our hands naturally find each other and the memories that seem so wonderful.

Now that we look back, Our relationship will never be perfect.

But it will always be an important part of me.

I dont know what’s in store for us.

But i know i want you in my life.

I know that i love you.

& i know that i’d rather be “real” with you, Than “fairy tale” with anyone else.

You’re killing me.

Every thought leads to you.

Every breath hurts.

I can’t breathe at times.

Every smile i manage to have ends in horrifying pain because of you.

I can never escape from the anguish you bring me.

Somehow, it all leads to you.

Every move i make feels like torture.

All because of you.

But now, you’re just another part of her past..

A memory more faded every day.

Someday, she’ll find the one she deserves.

They were right when they said love was the slowest form of suicide.

Because his lips are laced with cyanide, and I’m so addicted to his kiss.

I’ve slowly realized that the ones I wanted aren’t all that my imagination has made them out to be.

It’s much colder being alone without the fires of fantasy burning.

So much darker without the light of hope flickering in the night.