|
| you were my best friend<3
![ne pas! | hannnnahh [friend's only]](http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/122/l_1625f7fb8a2e4f83ab5f7c876ea6410e.jpg) He made it. Now, I'm making it too. | | |
| I'll soon be tucked away, underneath your bed
 Funny how things happen. Funny how the one night he forgot to tell me he loves me before getting off the phone, is the night he's in bed with someone else. Funny how he called because he wanted to hear my voice, yet there was the voice of another there. Funny how I lie alone, while he's lying with her. Fucking hilarious. How do you tell someone you love them, and then go fuck someone else? You don't. That's just the fucking thing, you don't. But that's alright, because you only liked her. But you love[d] me. I'm the one that slips into your dreams every night. I'm the one who occupies your almost every thought. I'm the one who gives your more than just a physical craving. I'm the only thing you see, smell, taste, breathe. I'm the one who's going to be missed. I'm the one who's going to gladly tell you to fuck off when you come back for the millionth time. Funny how you end up remaining the peice of shit that fucked up (again) in this. Funny funny funny. Can't say I don't don't deserve this. I mean, I don't. Not completely. I shouldn't have given you so many chances. It wasn't you, really. It was the thought of love that got the second/third/fourth/fifth/sixth chance. I lost count. But goddammit. Funny how I loved you back. :/ Well..can't say you loved someone back if they never really loved you in the first place.
/sigh. 
I'm young, I'll be alright. Shit sucks. It's not funny how a guy who deserves my trust is gonna come along one day, and I'm not gonna trust him. I swear, guys like Wesley are why girls become whores. Like all my pathetic relationships; by not putting out, I got put out.
| | |
| when you're happy the hard way
 If your heart's broken, consider mine broken too. | | |
| we are the only ones we are running from
 You might as well have packed your bags, and gotten on a train to never to see me again. You can't sit there and call me all those horrible names, leave me angry voicemails, tell me to forget you, 'cause you've already forgotten me. You can't sit there talking about how you don't want me anymore, and tell me to fuck off, but then leave me 11 missed calls three hours later.. You can't be in the midst of calling me a 'lying slut,' and then tell me you love me. you want me. you miss me. But damn did those words hit me. I always knew Wesley loved me, but I never thought he would say it. And I never thought it would bring the emotions it brought upon me. I haven't felt these things since I was fourteen and thought I was in love with Luke. If we didn't love each other in some way, we would have been out of each other's lives five months ago when it all started. But I can't do this. I can't take losing him on a weekly basis. It was hard enough the first time. The pain gets old. But he keeps coming back. He smothers me, he holds me so close, he makes me attach so fast. Then he picks fights, he yells, he insults, he pushes me away. ughhhhhhhhhhhhh wesley. why. WHY. You fucked up. It's so much easier to try to forget you on days (well, more like hours) you act like you hate me. If this is love, I don't want to be a part of it. | | |
|