I am so tired of hurting, feeling like my beating heart has been ripped from chest. Tears spilling on my already soaked pillow, dreams of you that never go away. To be teased with your love when you have memories of us. Then out of my life again you go puff, I cannot take anymore teasing of us, my heart is not that tough and my tears are drowning me in my sleep. To look back at a life that you always promised you would make right just to hurt me more than I have ever been in my life keeps me at bay not living my life to the fullest not wanting to be hurt again, not wanting to feel again at least then there would be no tears to shed when I lay in my bed with memories of what could of been.
I play a fools game believing everything you say, believing that in time we will be once again more than just loving friends. I walk a road of heartache and pain waiting out the waiting game, not even sure if both sides are being played, or am I just part of a hopeless game. I sit by this stream as the tears fall from my eyes, screaming a thousand hurtful good byes. Ready to give up, ready to take flight, ready to just try and get on with my life. But no matter how many tears I have cried and how many times I have tried to walk away my mind once again starts to stray remembering the love we had and all of our beautiful memories. How do you give up on such a love one that you know was made just for us?
I write these words from my heart trying to figure it out wonder why we are still apart. I know that your love has not subsided! I can feel your heart with mine as they both cry out for what they know should be, but they have to live without. How can you linger in a world that you do not belong? Do you not remember the words we said and felt for so very long? Do you not remember our hearts beating as one as you held me tightly dancing to a beautiful love song? I go to bed now as the tears are already fallen from my eyes, wishing to hold you as our bodies,hearts and souls take a trip into the beautiful night sky..going to far away places that was only meant for you and I.
Real life can sometimes bring out the best or worse in people. Writing/reading can help you understand the difference.
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