• This Is It

    by  • July 6, 2011 • Heartbreak, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    This one’s for you. The girl that taught me how to love, hate, lie, hide how I feel. The one who I gave it my all and it wasn’t enough. This is it. This is my closure. I hate you for making me feel this way.

    Story of the Insecure

    As the sun beats down on the earth below,
    I ponder where the light is coming from,
    because all I see is a hole of darkness.

    The tears of the insecure fall down my face,
    as I wonder when the light in my life will return.

    And then I remember that I love you.

    The hole of black,
    gracing the lightless sun,
    which I fear may never return.

    And then I remember that I love you.

    I put on a smile,
    but my heart continues the beating,
    and I wonder why I even care.

    And then I remember that I love you.

    Indifference is too much like a term paper,
    simple to write,
    easy to read,
    which makes it natural to think that life is a symbolic romance novel gone wrong.

    And then I remember that I love you.

    On the outside I’m fine,
    but on the inside I’ve started to die,
    because I realize that this is the end of the fairytale.

    Why?

    Because I remember that I love you.

    Thank you. You know how much I hate showing emotion. And this is what ou do. So fuck you, and fuck him too.

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