What I want to believe: You actually care.
What you’re showing: You don’t give a damn.
I have a lot in mind; things that I want you to know but here I am blogging about it instead.
I’m getting used to not having you around and I don’t like it one bit. I want you to be around but you’re not and you don’t even give a damn anymore.
I haven’t had enough of you. I’m used to this feeling but I’ll gow tired of this mundane routine where I keep getting hurt, where I keep getting ignored and where I just keep on bleeding and bleeding until I just run out of love to give.
It’s just so typical; I love, I get attached, I get clingy then you don’t. I hope you’ll look at me one day the same as I do.
If only I have the courage to say this, I like you. I really do.
I want to feel your hands grind against mine, your body on top of me, your lips sensuality, your heat and your dirty talk.
Sorry for missing you. It’s not my fault. It’s this retarded heart of mine. I told it that this won’t go anywhere but it didn’t listen and now, I’m hurting. Stupid heart. Stupid love. Stupid me. Stupid emotions. Stupid you being just you that’s so wonderful and just ugh!
I’ve kept my heart on defense for a long, long time and now, I gave someone the key to my heart, the trigger to break my poor, still-broken heart and I wish I didn’t now but what am I to do? I’m now attached and everytime your not there, I’m dying.
This is why I don’t approve much of the whole concept of love because it’s just so cliché; I love then they don’t and it never gets any better.
What’s left now is to bear with the pain, to watch and feel you slapping me with your silent gestures.