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So, who am I?

Someone with nothing on their mind but dreams and others' happiness.


College student.
Twenty years old.


Just going through the motions.

HUFFLEPUFF


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Poetry Prose

You.

September 24th, 2011, 10:32 PM.

I broke this down
traced the lies to their origins
breaking the boundaries where they lay.
breaking, breaking, gone.

cruel of me, isn’t it
when will I learn, eh?
hey, hey, I still love you
and I know you love me too.

now tell me how much of a lie that was,
and we’ll laugh together
take our drinks as one
throw them back ‘til only words remain

so hey, babe
it’s late
gonna be a lonely night tonight
so you better get home soon

get back to your new lover
find comfort in warm arms
while I stare out the window
rolling wineglasses across the floor

sure, I’m okay.
smiling at you, aren’t I?
is it so wrong for me
to invite you over for a drink?

don’t answer that, baby.
just take your coat and go
like I said, it’s getting late
might as well go while you still can

because I have the awful feeling
that, with the alcohol burning through me,
I’m gonna end up saying those three words
leaving you to reject me again.

won’t you stay?

you were mine…
(wasn’t I yours?)
what the hell
happened to us?

I miss you.

There’s something so beautifully sad about you
Maybe it’s the way you wear your self when people are around
The subtle tightening of your boundaries whenever someone brushes too close

And as I watch you, I wonder if you’d call the love you gave a waste
Because there was an end to it, a breakdown that you could have never foreseen.

And when it’s three in the morning and you’re crying like you will never stop
Wishing so ardently you could take back everything you ever said
Feeling like you’d give anything at all to feel their arms around you
Just one more time, just once more is that too much to…?

Hey, I wish I could hold you.  I wish I could take all that pain away.
I wish I could wipe away your tears and whisper, “Shh, shh, shh.”

Sometimes people come back.  Sometimes goodbye isn’t forever.
Where’s the hope, you whisper.  What’s the point?
Darling, if I knew that, you’d be the first to know.