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I hate that I need constant reassurance that you actually like me. I hate that I always feel like a burden. I hate that I say stupid things. I hate that I can’t take them back. I hate that I hate myself. But I love that you don’t hate me.
I can safely say that I don’t hate you too
She wasn’t used to all the attention. So when she felt she was safe to open up, she felt like she was suffocating those around her. And when she felt that she did enough damage, she became quiet. A ghost of herself, to scared to keep talking in fear of losing the ones she became so attached to.
I'm the girl. I'm the ghost.
You help me see the world in color.
Before, it was all black and white
In the dead of night, I can only find you. So I’m left to wonder, When it’s 2 am and you can’t sleep, Do you think of me too?
I hope you do
Misery is knowing that I'm always going to be your second choice. Because there is always someone better than me.
It's fine since I'm used to it now
I still fake my smiles, but around you I feel as if I don’t need to.
My wounds start to heal around you
How do you love someone who won’t love you back? Easy. You suffer in silence and pray for something to stop the pain. Whether or not it is the person you love is completely up to circumstance. But I can’t say I’d take love from someone else over the bullet to heart that you so easily gave to me.
From the bottom of my (not yet dead) heart
In the blink of an eye I could lose you. I hope and pray that I won’t, but those eyes and that personality will get you so many girls. So many girls that can give you the love that I can’t. Even though I can’t influence your feelings towards me, I want to stay close. Because to me, being too close is better than watching you slip right through my fingers into another girl’s arms.
What I've realized when I was at your house
1. I love you 2. I don't know how to tell you that I love you 3. Do you know that I love you? 4. Oh God, I hope you don't 5. I don't want to risk losing you
5 reasons
We may be just friends but I get butterflies in my stomach when you speak in German to me. Even more when you translate what I say from French.
Our back in forth conversations with google translate are the high light of my day