He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.
Soon I’ll grow up, and I won’t even flinch at your name.
And there were times when I knew how you felt and it was hell to know it.
the centre of every poem is this:
i have loved you. i have had to deal with that.
I can count on one hand the number of people in my life that actually “need” me. People who can say they’ve experienced life without me and didn’t like it. I have two fathers, both who fit in the category of people who have left and moved on without me. I have an ex who was the only person I knew would always need me and was the only reason I held on sometimes, and now he’s doing just fine without me and probably couldn’t care less if we never spoke again. It’s just not fair.
I was so sentimental about you I’d break any one’s heart for you. My, I was a damned fool. I broke my own heart, too. It’s broken and gone. Everything I believe in and everything I cared about I left for you because you were so wonderful and you loved me so much that love was all that mattered. Love was the greatest thing, wasn’t it?
sorry i cant hang out with u today i have to catch up on my crying