I
want to pretend that the words that you try to feed me are the truth. I’m
hungry, and apparently only for you. When did my heart run to you and find it a
safe place? When did I become this delusional that I forgot that my life is
only mine to be lived? I let you have more than you ever should have been able
to take. My heart lies bloody on the table. Beating. Lub dub lub dub lub bud.
It sits there yearning. And what do you do? You stare the other way only aware
that it makes a sound. You don’t take it, you don’t hold it, and you most
certainly do not love it. So why is it so out there and on the table like that?
Because the young naive girl that it belongs to ran away. She forgot it there, or
did she mean to? In hopes that some boy with a heart similar would pick it up and
in return leave his. I fed it the lies that someone is destine to love it
better than me. But that only left me hungrier, it left me on this mission.
Mission impossible that it. Why am I so hungry for this thing we call love when
it’s apparently everywhere? I seek this approval of who I am, and the only way
I accept it is if you love me just as much as I will ever love you. Your words
seem to hold me over till the silence.
This makes me want to hug you. Like in all honesty I just want to envelope you in my arms and let you cry. This piece is a good example of how people can get addicted to people. You were a willing victim and I just want to grab you and shake you and tell you "Don't let people treat you this way!" J'adore
This makes me want to hug you. Like in all honesty I just want to envelope you in my arms and let you cry. This piece is a good example of how people can get addicted to people. You were a willing victim and I just want to grab you and shake you and tell you "Don't let people treat you this way!" J'adore
This hits home. It made me teary eyed. It's filled with so much emotion and obvious hurt. It just makes my heart ache because of how emotional it is. And anyone who has been through this can easily relate, especially myself. I've been trying to search for the right words about how I feel and I feel like now if anyone asks I could read them this and they would finally understand. Beautifully done, this is written excellently and full of emotion and passion.
19 and just trying to find my place in this great big world. Writing has been my savior for many years. Without it i am a lost soul full of too much going on in my head. I appreciate art, writing, and.. more..