Your eyes are what I think I first loved. You see when I first met you I got this feeling and most people would call it butterfly's in your stomach but no it wasn't that it was so much better. I felt like my heart took a leap or skipped a beat. But I hate the feeling now because even though I've been hurt by you the feeling stays. When I look at you my heart flutters and I feel like I'm falling for you again. It's not fair. You don't love me but I still love you.
Everyone talks about being in love and how amazing it is and how it's the best feeling in the world. But they don't really talk about how much it hurts when the person you love leaves.
You cry yourself to sleep every fucking night.
You read through old messages to see where you fucked up.
You believe that you weren't good enough and that you never will be.
But most of all, you would give anything to be with them again to know that they love you too and to call them yours.
You friends say they had never seen you so happy and that they thought it would last so much longer then it did,
And so as you sit there on your bed at night looking at those pills, or razors or that gun.
As you stand on top of that 50 story building and you know you want to jump. I want you to tell that person that they were the only thing you truly loved. Then think about if you want to leave that one person even though they left you. Even though they ripped your heart to shreds I know deep down, you don't want to leave because a little part of you still has the shred of hope that they'll eventually love you again too...
- t.s.
