He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.
I’m more addicted to checking your Facebook page than I ever was to nicotine.
And how can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from falling down? How can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go round? How can you mend a this broken man? How can a loser ever win? Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again
Cripple
I had the most fucked up dream about us. You suddenly couldn’t walk. While everyone let you crawl, I came along and carried you. I took care of you. Held you. One day you learned to walk again, and you soon left for the same people that left you crawling.
It crippled my heart.
I’m Laying In Bed Sick
I can’t help but think about the job I had when you were here… How there was no way I could call in sick, and how I was so afraid to get ill because I knew I’d have to go into work that way… So afraid, that when you got sick, I wouldn’t come near you for days.
No matter what justification I had, I can’t imagine how horrible that must have made you feel. I swear, I wanted so badly take care of you, to hold you, make you feel better. I was a coward… And I’m sorry.
We were strangers…
You came into my life
You became my life
Now we are strangers again
Anonymous asked: i love you
This made me feel good. I love you for it.
Love isn’t him calming you down when you yell. It’s him yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and keep you grounded. It isn’t him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It’s after a long fight, that drains the life and bones out of both of you, and yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not him saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. It’s not him caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. It’s him standing there, admitting he’s just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another person’s hands and said, “Here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat, or forget I ever handed it to you.
Letters to someone I once loved. These are the things I can't stop thinking about; the words I would say to her if she were here; the feelings I express for her. Sometimes I will make you cry, sometimes I will make you angry, sometimes, you'll wish to find love like this. With nothing left to lose... I bleed through this forum and my therapist thinks it's ok.
