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I feel the safest when I'm wrapped up in your arms. The comedy show is just a background noise to the sound of your heart beat as I lay my head on your chest. Your arms feel so strong and your breaths remind that this is real. That I am here and you are with me, and that you are the one who makes me feel safe.
I spent the whole day with you
It's fine. I'm used to being alone.
2 am Thoughts
How can you think I’m the most beautiful creature you've ever seen? I still can’t look myself in the eye in front of the mirror.
I’m starting to believe you
If you’re just a dream then I don’t want to wake up.
This can’t be a nightmare
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Is it really worth it
Your eyes are the sky. Your voice is the earth. And your hug is what keeps me grounded.
Before you left
Would you still love me knowing you could never make me happy? Or is that too much to ask for?
Six feet under
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
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
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
My love is like those storm clouds that refuse to look normal. Love is not normal. My love is a fire that demands to be fed. One that has a passion outside the bed that we won't lay in. My love is not interested about what's in your pants. It's interested in your mind. Your thoughts. Your feelings. My love is nothing like anything you've experienced because my love is not your ex's. My love is not your mother's. This is my love. And it is only for you.
C.M. Lawliet
The day will come when I’m over you. That day may be the same day you realize you love me too. I can’t wait forever but you and your feelings can take their time. Because what was lost for me may return, but not the same as it was before.
Is this flirting or am I thinking too much?
You look at me but see her. You touch my skin, but you feel her. You kiss my lips, but you think that your lips are touching hers. I’m not her. I’m not the perfectly thin girl you used to date. My stomach comes out to play most nights, but you don't know this yet. I’d rather not be picked up and spun around yet you do it anyway. I’m not her. Yet you still call me pretty, attractive, fit. I feel I am none of these things. You look at me, but you see this perfect image of what I wish I was. You look at me and see something I’m just not.
I’m not her
I still look for you during my games even though we ended it months ago.
On the court or bench
Maybe I shouldn’t be so naive to think that I could have a chance with you. My best friend.
You always respond to my snapchats
I don't know how to tell you that you're perfect without seeming like I'm some asshole who doesn't know the difference between the book definition and someone who knows what true beauty is. But that's what you are. Perfect. Not the book description, you are the picture of beauty in my mind. You think you're not perfect but you are. And I hope you can understand that this is the truth and that whatever anyone else tells you and if it drags you down, they are wrong. You are perfect.
- because you asked me to describe something indescribable
I love you, and I know I will not regret it.
Every time we talk
How do I get you to notice me and my feelings? How do I get you to see how hard I've fallen? And how in the hell will I know if you've fallen just as hard for me if you do everything you can to conceal it?
When you say we aren't friends while smiling. I know you're lying
How do I get myself to not fall for you? You with the messy hair and kind eyes, and the mouth that spouts so much sarcasm. You, also with the kindness to respond to my text messages and make me happy even when you don't realize it. So tell me, how do I not fall for you? And why was it so easy to in the first place?
Before practice when I sit with you and our friends
I'm going to be happy for you. Even if you go to her. I don't mind. I want to be happy even if you're being happy isn't with me. Because obviously I cannot bring you the same happiness you get when you are with her.
I'll pretend to be glad
I wonder if anyone looks at me when I'm not looking. Not the 'staring-off-into-space' look, but the 'I-want-her-to-be-with-me' look. I wonder if I've caught anyone looking at me like that but they played it off. I wonder if there are people who do in that I've never caught. But I guess I can deal with the mystery.
I just hope you do that too
Do you like me? I have to tell you I'm oblivious to anything flirting you might be doing. Even with all the conversations and our inability to stop talking until the odd hours of night I'm still wondering. Do you feel the same way I do? Or am I just overthinking and analyzing everything I shouldn't be?
When we can't end our calls
Why me? Why now? Why this? Why me? Out of all the other girls who would pay to have you attention for even a minute you chose me, someone who never came to you to seek any. I’ve admired you for a while but you never felt the same way, so why now? I have so many questions in my mind about why you have taken an interest in me, but I won’t get a straight answer even if I asked. So I’ll wait until we get close to ask. But before we do anything…. Why this?
I don't know what to think
"I know I said it was fine, that I was alright with just being friends. But I'm not. I'm not fine with feeling the way I do when I know you don't anymore. I'm not fine with getting my hopes up about feelings that don't exist between us anymore, at least on your end. I'm not fine with the empty conversations and the awkward pauses because of what could have been. I miss you, but I won't come out and say it. Just know that when I said it was fine, it wasn't. I was just letting you be happy even if I wasn't."
- I still haven't deleted our photos yet
Someone once told me to stay away from boys with cute smiles because they are the ones that can hurt you the most.
2 AM Thoughts
"Everything I let go of to forget you came back the second you said 'hey'."
-2 A.M. Thoughts (via. Wounded-Writing)