Real pain is the year and a half I wasted on you. The fights, the
yelling, the “I hate you; I’m freaking done,”
or the constant times you had me at my wits end. It’s
knowing I thought you were worth it, and real love is when you
fight like Noah and Allie. But you weren’t my Noah, and I
will never be Allie. You were my downfall, and I was
shattered.
Real pain is trying to
move on. And coming back. And trying to move on. A never ending
loop, I come back and leave dead inside. I stay in my room and
waste away and wish to God or whoever will listen that I can just
forget. Please, please, please let me forget.
Real pain is finding
someone else. He’s amazing, too. He’s actually sweet
and builds me up. He’s everything you’re not. I feel
alive again, and maybe I have a shot at happiness. As I get to
know him, I slowly realize that he’s a pacifier, a rebound.
He makes me feel good, but I’d rather feel horrible with
you by my side. I am such a m a s 0 c h i s t. When he
kissed me, it felt just like you.
Real pain is knowing
it will always be you. You being me every misery possible, and I
still am begging for you. My best friends ask me about the new
boy I met, and it’s always, “Oh, he bores me.”
3 months and 1 week I’ve been asleep. I just want to wake
up next to you.
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Papaute · 1 decade ago
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i feel your pain but stay strong dear, there is someone special waiting for you out there <3