Not everyone you lose is a loss.
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First confession (poem)
Recently I’ve felt like I can’t be me around you anymore.
Completely hollow, maybe I should just look for the door.
You’ve become quiet and judgemental in those little blue eyes. I’m starting to think you should look for different guys.
This gives me pain like you wouldn’t believe. Pacing in my room, thinking maybe I should leave.
When the sun sets a new one appears, being faded and under appreciated is how I’ve lived these past few years.
This isn’t an excuse, more of a first confession.
The truth is, you were only a short little lesson.
“Stop falling in love with the girl from last night”
My friends always tell me with blissful delight.
“They only want sex, fast love, companionship in tears.”
Those words constantly ring in my thoughts and my ears.
But when temptation begins, the light is restored. Things don’t always seem so dark anymore.
The thing about love is it’s the most addictive drug. It’s that warm feeling of coffee in a mug. It’s that full feeling after eating a sub.
It’s the lunar cycle in the eyes of a cub.
There’s only one thing keeping me here.
Unfortunately it’s a feeling of fear.
The terrifying notion that, soon it will all be done. Continuing my path as a singular. One.
The problem here is I consistantly see happy couples. Another issue is I’m always seeing doubles.
Making my way through this wooded dark track,
The only wish I have is for someone to truly watch my back.