Last night you called me your friend. Friend? Really? Just friends. I hate this. I hate this. I am still bleeding from the inside out and I want it to cease. Please, someone, kill me already? If I died, you know you would be okay. Sure, at first you would be sad. You'd probably regret breaking up with me and hurting me the way you did--but you would be okay. You'd move on and find the woman of your dreams and I'll only be a distance memory buried in the back of your mind.
I wish I could follow you to the shores of freedom where no one lives.
I have daydreams of you coming to spend the summer here. We'd stay out all day and spend most nights sleeping outside, looking at the stars. We'd meet new people and take pictures all the time. We'd eat What-A-Burger and watch the sun set over the lake. I'd hold your hand and we'd climb over rocks and hills just to see the flowers hidden away. I'd buy us ice pops from the truck and we'd walk downtown laughing and being our silly selves. I picture this a lot. I want this more than you'll ever want to be with me again. It doesn't seem like anything I've been doing is working. What do you want to hear from me? I wrote you that letter. You said nothing. I put my feelings entirely out there and you said nothing. Nothing to say, I guess. What's to say about the girl who loves you deeply, yet you don't feel the same way? I guess I'm hopeless.
There's still something in me that wants me to continue pursuing you. I haven't given up on you completely, yet I feel so numb. I don't think I've ever felt this numb. Even with Stephen, when our relationship would never, ever go anywhere, I felt okay. Yes, it took me over a year to get over him but I did.
What if I never get over you?
What if one day you wake up and realize that another girl is perfect for you?
Yeah, you don't want to hurt my feelings.
At this point, hurt me.
It might just be the best thing you'll ever do.
Everyone in this life lives for themselves. Nobody cares about anyone else that much. Live for yourself and hurt me.
Tell me I'm ugly and that you want me away.
I hate just being your friend.
I hate it
but I have to deal if I want to hear you talk to me every night.
I wish I could follow you to the shores of freedom where no one lives.
I have daydreams of you coming to spend the summer here. We'd stay out all day and spend most nights sleeping outside, looking at the stars. We'd meet new people and take pictures all the time. We'd eat What-A-Burger and watch the sun set over the lake. I'd hold your hand and we'd climb over rocks and hills just to see the flowers hidden away. I'd buy us ice pops from the truck and we'd walk downtown laughing and being our silly selves. I picture this a lot. I want this more than you'll ever want to be with me again. It doesn't seem like anything I've been doing is working. What do you want to hear from me? I wrote you that letter. You said nothing. I put my feelings entirely out there and you said nothing. Nothing to say, I guess. What's to say about the girl who loves you deeply, yet you don't feel the same way? I guess I'm hopeless.
There's still something in me that wants me to continue pursuing you. I haven't given up on you completely, yet I feel so numb. I don't think I've ever felt this numb. Even with Stephen, when our relationship would never, ever go anywhere, I felt okay. Yes, it took me over a year to get over him but I did.
What if I never get over you?
What if one day you wake up and realize that another girl is perfect for you?
Yeah, you don't want to hurt my feelings.
At this point, hurt me.
It might just be the best thing you'll ever do.
Everyone in this life lives for themselves. Nobody cares about anyone else that much. Live for yourself and hurt me.
Tell me I'm ugly and that you want me away.
I hate just being your friend.
I hate it
but I have to deal if I want to hear you talk to me every night.
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