I Took A Backseat On Love After You... I Mean I Cried After Your. Part Of Me Died After You.

I took a backseat on love after you... I mean I cried after your. Part of me died after you.

As my mind runs doing 90 on the express way, playing second is a game that I won’t play. Candle light vigual rest in light to what we did have, vulnerability is a bitch I admit but I must laugh. I fell victim to deceit and I won’t cry, not from the pain but because I wasted my time. Of the essence why’d I let you get another second? You full of gas had me thinking I was your only blessing. Wont reminisce it wasn’t real pure pulp fiction, Tarantino wrote your script so it was Oscar bitten. You sent ice cold chills down my warm spine, took my stars and my moon snatched my sunshine. No apologies can cure this you left my heart comatose, I have to end this masquerade take a bow this is our last show

“What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.”

— Chester Bennington  (via perrfectly)

It was always in the back of my head thoughts telling me if this is the house that love is in let me leave because I don’t wanna be hurt like my past has hurt me again. Dreams were advertised making them seem so appeasing but I’m glad I kept my priceless heart and didn’t purchase. I’m still window shopping but I’ve decided to continue to save until the right investment comes along. Can’t flex I wish I had a 90 day warranty, that way when things broke after 30 I couldve collected my refund. But I tried and tried to fix it when I should’ve returned it to the universe and got my replacement.

No guarantee of sunshine when the forecast says rain. Some days I'm filled with depression and my love may be faint. I'm no angel in disguise please could you make your vision clearer. What you see in those rose colored frames is smoke and mirrors...

I can tell there's a deeper connection that's uniting our souls besides two boroughs. You've watched me from a distance just as I've done the same but I wont call it computer love I'm contemplating can we go deeper... can you send me swinging like your enchanting poetry you write me after dark and the way your words wear my name. I pray this ain't game because honestly I don't want my heart to beat the same as it did in the past. Those stolen moments I can't get back and I don't want to because there's a reason they didn't last. I can admit I'm cautious but the rarities I see in you makes me curious. I always wanted to run back to that concrete jungle and live wild and free with someone who accepts me for me. Someone with nurses my soul with love and loyalty and will never take their love from me.