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It was the final straw to this massive miscommunication.
you had torn me apart and ripped out my heart.
I am done
through
with everything that I worked up to be, everything was for you.
But now its over
and it's all your fault.
That goodbye was the perfect ending to everything we could have been
everything we should have been
but you tore that apart.
i have morals.
i have many.
Who are you to judge me on what I am and who I will become?
Stop shouting and carry about your ways.
Because I'm not about to change,
not for you, not for them.
I am who I am.
Don't you dare try and change me.
When you're the one I thought you said "Save me."
You held me that night, held onto the words and the whispers and tears.
You let me know that I was your everything, the one thing you couldn't let go of.
The fire roared behind us and I softly cried out my words.
I was scared.
The future was so far yet to close and I didn't want to let you go.
You're words gave me shivers.
But you're gone now.
They're gone now.
Faded into something that we can't hold onto anymore.
Believe would be so much easier to write about, not because there's so much to believe in but because its so hard to believe in people.
When trust breaks there's nothing left to hold onto,
nothing to grasp and bring closer into your heart. Sometimes you'll never get it back.
It breaks.
And then there's nothing left.
I can finally smile, and see that it's okay.
When there's no "us"
no you,
no me.
I can laugh about the memories and dream a million dreams.
I can look into your heard and read what there's to read.
So tell me your secrets, this time don't lie.
Just let me in and it will be alright.
Stay with me for a little longer while.
And take my hand and show me that smile.
She embraced the moment. Took a deep breath in.
Let go of the hate, the pain, the tears.
Let go of the love, the want, the need.
And she just was.
She was everything she could be.
And was happy and content. Nothing could bring her down.
Being sad over people is useless, they will all die anyways.
"Dearly beloved, we're gathered here to say our goodbyes."
Maybe if I knew that this was goodbye.
Maybe if I knew it was the end,
I would have taken the moment to breathe in everything, remember it how it was and live in the moment and never forget the smell of your shirt pressed up against me.
I wouldn't forget your laugh or smile.
I wouldn't forget anything.
But now it's gone. It's over it's done.
And there was no warning.
You always see flowers at a funeral, but I don't understand why. Why bring something happy and colorful until this dull lifeless event?
The grief and the pain.
It slowly sinks in as people talk one by one.
How can you stand there and talk about someone who has been ripped from your heart?
How can you listen to things that are being said about a person you used to know so well?
They don't exist anymore.
Not for you.
Not for anyone.
"Gone."
the saddest word in the English language, in any language.
Rise.
the only thing I can think of, is the water rising in the scene in "Tangled" when Goldie and Flynn are trapped. Then they fall in love. it's such a beautiful scene. I wish life was easy with a minor climax and then a happily ever after.
I love happily ever afters.
But I'm still waiting for mine.
My mother is a teacher.
I dont really like teachers.
all my cousins are teachers
I only dislike teachers who are rude and will only teach with their ways.
they need to be open.
but sometimes they are just stubborn.
I don't really like it when they are.
and Im not sure why they have this need to make children suffer and unhappy.
but thats the way they are I guess.
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