I sit here with tears running down my face, crying my heart out. It feels like the whole world is going to end and I'm not going to be here much longer. My emotions are pouring out of me as I think back. I think back to when we started off as being friends talkingt about how you were going to teach me how to skateboard and snowboard. Those plans are gone forever along with my dreams of us being together, as more tears roll down my face like a waterfall. I begged and pleaded to you not to leave me and to let me make things better. But you still left and walked away from me with your head held high, while my head hangs low. Knowing that you're not coming back my heart cries out for you to stay, but you don't hear, no one can hear. I know I am better then this, then you, then any of this heart break I am going through. I just think back at my thoughts of us growing old together and how we were going to share our days. They say friends come and go, but we were more then friends in my books. We couldn't be just friends considering the fact that we would talk to each other about our problems, talk on the phone all night, say things like, "I wish you were here with me" or the biggest one of all, "I love you". We even shared thoughts, stories, memories from our past that were good and bad, but to sum it up we knew everything about each other because our love was a tight knot. I begged for you to hold on because I was holding on too. We could have been so much and lasted so long. You're not saying goodbye, but you're not holding on either.
So now as I hang out with my friends at school, I see you walk by holding someone else's hand. I just want to break down, cry and scream, but no one hears. Instead I stay silent and look the other way as my friends ask me, "Sivan, are you okay?" and I reply saying, "I'll be okay when my prince gives me his true loves first kiss and wakes me from this nightmare."
As I walk away from my friends, all alone. The only noise I hear is his voice in my ear giving me something to echo. Those words he use to say, "I love you".
- Mood:
Neutral - Listening to: Mr. Brightside - The Killers
- Reading: Chicken Soup for the Women's Soul
- Watching: - - -
- Playing: - - -
- Eating: - - -
- Drinking: Water
I really appreciate it
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I'll sell Your memories for 15 pounds per year
(but You can keep the bad days).
Amazing work!
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~ Sivan
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I'll sell Your memories for 15 pounds per year
(but You can keep the bad days).
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~ Sivan
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~ Sivan
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~ Sivan
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~ Sivan
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