I Was Once A Star.

I was once a star.

He made me burn.

Now I wanna burn down his house <3

Not actually.

I want to keep on burning.

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?

Why does it hurt so much to see his shirt in my laundry?

I have to give it back...

There will never be anything to hold on to anymore. He is gone. He doesn't like me anymore.

Why does it hurt this much?

All I ever wanted was to be with him

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.

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.

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.