true love is when you can look at a picture of the guy you like and honestly wish his complete happiness.
and it's also when you can let go, and if he's truly yours he will come back, and not just because you are a last resort
or the other person he wanted didn't want him,
“You finally lost the race, ” I think to myself about the person sitting across from me. “But you don’t know it yet. Maybe you never knew to begin with.”
I can't stand being seen to squirm underneath a trance as I slightly raise the edge of my lip into a unnoticable sneer.
So sour a thought.
I'm back against the wall of my mind.
How could I have missed all of the signs?
Back to the grindstone
to grind down my heart.
Flew from the dark,
Rising with pain,
I dropped to my knees,
crying in shame,
I met a man
when I had a broken heart.
He became my friend
when things were falling apart.