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All I Want Is To Be Loved. To Have Him Cradle Me In His Arms. To Lay My Head On His Chest And Listen
All I want is to be loved. To have him cradle me in his arms. To lay my head on his chest and listen go his heartbeat. To braid his hair and kiss his nose.
My heart breaks because I can't be with him.
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More Posts from Burned0utstar
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
I need someone, anyone, to love me.
Being unlovable hurts.
It's the pain of knowing that noone can ever love me the way I love them.
To love the way I do is to burn and scratch open my skin just to try and show you a part of me.
It's to always wait for something.
I won't see them?
I won't get to meet them?
This was the only thing I've been living towards to, and now it will never happen?
I don't know what to do now.
I need them.
I need to hold and hug them, I need to see and feel them.
How can I keep going now?
I'm falling in love with the way it hurts again.
I don't know if I ever am going to get better again.
So much fucked up shit happend to me and I just
CAN'T.
STOP.
REMEMBERING.
I am trying to start living again and it just doesn't work.
I wanted us to last.
I wanted to actually try and maybe even succeed.
I wanted to be with him.
I wanted to not be the only one who fell.
It's funny how love changes things.
His shirt was my favorite item, now it's just a shirt, not even a pretty one.
I am not repulsed by it, but I don't feel the need to wear it like it's an eternal hug.