"I gave you my music
Made your song take wing
And now
How you've repaid me
Denied me and betrayed me..."
-All I Ask of You (Reprise) from Andrew Lloyd Webber's The Phantom of The Opera
Love is a dangerous thing. You can give your all to someone, and, in the end, they could throw it in your face as if it was nothing...leaving you heartbroken and empty, wondering where and what you did wrong. Love is something I'm scared of. Falling in love, being in love, someone loving me, etc. because I know that eventually it will no longer be or I'll find out that it never was...or that it will never be. But at the same time...I want someone to love me for me. Someone to hold my hand, to talk to, to watch movies with, to lean on, to make me feel special, to be my light, and to be, not only my lover, but a friend as well. There is a small part of me that aches for it, but the more I think...the more I come to realize that it will never be. No one will ever love me, or will never love me for long. I've had too many people say they love me, but lied, or said they loved me, but lost interest in me so quickly it was almost like it never happened, or just simply didn't return my feelings at all. I hate it, because I want someone to love, but I also don't. I wanna be those couples you see in the hallways and think 'those two are goals', but I know that will never happen. All because of one thing...
The curse that is me.
(Sorry I kinda got carried away there...)
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Feelings Kept Inside
PoetryThese are feelings that I always feel and deal with, but never say (Thoughts, poems, music lyrics, and quotes that describe how I feel)
