There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise, you’ll never understand what it’s saying.
But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe.. it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls , broken hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.
“Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her becausethat’s what you should do; If you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign ‘cause it may never come; Don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved, had they gotten on the aeroplane or ran down the street after me, or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now; and because they cannot regret this. And I always thought I’d be the only onedoing crazy things for people. Who would never give enough or a fuck to give it back, or to act like idiots, or to be entirely vulnerable and honest; and making someone fall in love with you is easy, and flying 3000 miles on four days notice, because you can’t just sit there and do nothing. And breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognise it because it’s what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is; that is raw and this isunguarded, that is all that is worth anything, really.”
You take the best things from
Then everything gets empty
That’s not a world that I need
Oooh, you take the best things from me
Then everything gets empty
That’s not a world that I need
Oohhhh
And I can’t do this by myself
All of these problems, they’re all in your head
And I can’t be somebody else
You took something perfect
And painted it“red”
I am so afraid of you. I am so afraid of letting go to you. Without us even talking you are my shield from the world. I can hide behind the fact that you hurt me so bad and use that to shield of any relationship in fear of letting someone that close to my heart ever again. Do you know what it feels like to have your heart ripped out of your chest and sold to the poor? Of course you don’t, that would mean that you would have to be capable of having feelings in the first place.
But still here I am missing you. Missing the feelings I thought you gave me. Missing the promises of tomorrow. Missing the security in the fact that you were the last person I would ever have to give my heart to.
I loved. I have been loved, and some way I will find a way to fill this void and love again. I deserve to.
-Me
I’d put myself first and make the rules as I go
Cause I know that she’d be faithful, waiting for me to come home
To come home
ya. f boys. never again.
If I could explain love in one word, it would have to be trust.
Trust that he doesn’t cheat on you, trust that he doesn’t lie to
you, trust that he really likes you, trust that he will always be
there for you, trust that he can go to a party and not get high
or drunk, trust that you don’t have to worry about him breaking
up with you the second you wake up, trust that he will stick up
for you, trust that he will never fall in love with another girl,
trust that he won’t just get sick of you, and trust that he
wants you like you want him.
I think it’s more interesting to see people who don’t feel appropriately. I relate to that, because sometimes I don’t feel anything at all for things I’m supposed to, and other times I feel too much. It’s not always like it is in the movies.
