I remember you. I remember you smiling. I remember the places we went to be alone. I remember loving you. I don't remember anything. I remember you using me. I remember looking into your eyes.
I got lost. I got lost. I got lost.
I knew that you were perfect. I knew that you were a liar. I knew what you wanted. I didn't know anything. I knew you would hurt me. I knew I shouldhave been running.
I couldn't move. I couldn't. I couldn't move. (silly girl, why couldn't you move.)
Now I hate every place we've kissed. I hate hearing from you. I hate thinking about you. I hated losing you. I hate your name. I hate everyone that came after me.
Love. Love. Love.
Oh first love, I remember kissing every one of your fingers. I knew how hard I'd fallen for you. I hated it.
Fuck.Love
5 comments:
Agreed.
ha i was told this post sounded too whiny.
screw you. my parents are in love.
-sid
so are mine. :) don't be offended. thanks for commenting.
Love and pain, inseparable. Love follows pain, as pain follows love. Your post is beautiful and is charming my friend next to me as I write.
Much love and joy , sweet one.
xx
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