It's ironic that we get disappointed by the things we should be grateful to be protected from
Do you treat her better because she's pretty and ideal?
And why do I feel down when I should be glad that a clear sign that you shouldnt be considered
Why do I feel weird when you don't go out of your way like I go out of mine?
How do you manage to constantly disappoint me?
Elimination.
Closer to the right one.
Are you even a friend worth keeping?
Every wrong move I make you return with a checkmate
And a chuckle
Every wrong word I say you reply with a control x control v
Everything I do right passes by your brain and the wrongs just stay stuck etched in your memory
The voices in your head are tempting
And i am disappointed that youre giving in
I thought we have always been exclusive
But apparently not
Obviously not.
I'm tired
You make me happy and now you make me sad
You hold my hand but you say goodbye
You need your space but you invade mine
Now that i'm comfortable you chose to leave
Why is it up to you?
What happens to me?
And more importantly why do I feel lost even though this was what I have wanted since the start-
Not you?
Has these few nights been sleepless because of you?
The one I claim I don't care about?
Well it's your fault
And mine mostly but still yours
Don't bring me up and then push me to fall without harness thinking my wings are strong enough
Because honestly I arrived here without them-
Trusting you obviously wrongfully
I'm sick of complicating things. I’m tired of trying to shape love into something I can grasp between my fingertips. I hate having to worry so much about what’s right, or what makes sense, or what I should do, or who I should love.
With you, it’s not about those things.
It’s not about whether this will make perfect sense or whether it’s a forever type of feeling. It’s not about having all the answers. It’s not about knowing who we will become or where we will go before we’ve even started.
I’ve always been the type of girl who likes to know, who likes to plan, who likes to see the world laid out in front of her and map the first few steps.
But with you it’s different.
It’s not about counting the days or calculating the probability that we stay perfectly content where we are. It’s not about measuring our affection, seeing if it will one day transform into love. It’s not about having this predetermined path that these feelings will guide us on.
You make me smile. And sometimes it’s just that simple.
When I look at you, I see a thousand stories carved into your skull. I see memories; I see laughter. I see the person you’ve been, the person I want to discover. And I feel a million and one things I want to tell you, dancing like pop rocks at the tip of my tongue.
When you speak, I find myself mulling your words over, like they’re foreign and strange, like I’m listening to the sweet, syrupy sound of another language. When you smile, I feel my heart swell, thick and proud in my chest, pulsing through the tips of my fingertips like I’m on fire from the inside.
When I look at you, I don’t know what we will become.
But that doesn’t really matter.
What I know is that every single time our eyes meet and your lips turn into an upwards curve, I feel this unexplainable glow, this unmeasurable strength, this undefinable courage to fall back into love, no matter how many times I’ve fallen down.
You don’t have all the answers. You aren’t a saint or my savior. There are so many ways that you won’t measure up to the world’s standards. You’re imperfect and too loud and you already have taken up too much space in my heart.
But you make me see the world in a different light. You make my head spin in circles. You make the corners of my mouth turn upwards and stay frozen, a constancy I’ve never experienced.
You make me smile.
You make the world brighter.
You make me believe in things like forever and happiness with that smile of yours. And no, I don’t have all the answers of where we will be days, months, years from now or who we will become.
All I know is that you make me smile.
And I‘ll keep smiling right back.
-Thought catalog
and a lady entrusting me with her feelings
and a man coming clean with his
and me reminding myself not to get in the way of a potenial love
of me reminding myself that it happened to me once and never again will anyone face the same thing around me
(but love cannot be forced)
but if im the cause what's the worth
(but theyre not even serious)
a lady's mouth muttering words of surrender
a man's oblivion
but i know both are lies
and im still standing in the middle seeking a way to escape
i always knew this would happen but why did i still allow it to
There will never be a valid reason,
I said,
As I bask in the attention of the person i'm not involved with.
Maybe that is it-
To chase ways to cover up the missing elements
It's never a valid reason.
Especially if you haven't even gone through the issues with your loved one.
If they still fail and you really want the littlest things they can't give;
Leave. Leave and not cheat.
It hurts but it's your fault nonetheless,
And it hurts but at least one of you will get out less scathed.
