Mardi, 24 Novembre 2015
Nothing worst than giving it your 110%, saying words, putting sentences together that you'll only put a few times in your life because they are special and not getting what you expect back. I should be use to this feeling by now.
There is something addictive about looking at you. But you hold so much back while I pour out my heart. I want to go back and live in the moments when you looked at me with loving eyes. Now all I see is pain radiating from your careful soul. All I've done is stolen a couple beats from your heart and left you in an ocean of guilt for breaking mine.
I hate nights like these where nights feel so hallow inside. Nights where I feel so damn empty and out of place. Nights where I count the tears that rush down my cheeks and collect upon my pillow. Nights where all I have to comfort me is my loneliness and the only thing I feel surrounding me is darkness.
Hurts even more knowing that you aren't happy when if you just opened your eyes and gave it a chance we will both be happy with one another. I know I wasn't perfect but I want to try again, I am well aware you do not but man I would do anything to have you back in my arms.
I want you to undress your heart, and show me how much it hurts, so that I can show you how I intend to make it stop.
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