when you want someone, you should go after them....

I try to forget but you’re in my every thought. I can’t move on from you. I try to pretend like I don’t care but I do care, I care so much. I care about you. I care about the way you make me feel. I care that I thought I had you but I lost you. I care that you’re always on my mind. I care that I always see your face inside my head. I care that all I know is the memories we shared even if we don’t have much of them. I like you so much, in a way that I cannot comprehend. I want you badly. I truly believe we should be together. I can only ever dream about kissing you, and holding you. I miss you too much. I don’t know how I allowed myself to get so attached to you so easily but I couldn’t help it. I could spend every second with you and never get tired of you. Every part of you was stitched together for a reason, I like who you are, and you are who I want. And when you want someone, you should go after them, that’s what I’ve always believed. But you can’t make someone want you too. The thing is, I know you want me, but you’re afraid. You don’t have to be afraid. I’m here, in front of you, and I always will be if you let me.

baby i must be dead...

There will come a time in your life when you will become infatuated with a single soul. For this person, you'd do anything & not think twice about it, but when asked why... you have no answer. You'll try your whole life to understand how a single person can affect you as much as they do, but you'll never find out. & no matter how badly you hate it or how badly it hurts... you'll love this person without regret for the rest of your life.

love...

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. You'll have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom fall from your branches, you'll find out that you were one tree, not two.

.......

You used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for thatnow you're all gone got your make-up onand you're not coming backwon't you come back?Bleachin' your teeth, smilin' flash, talking trash under my window, park that car, drop that phone,sleep on the floor, dream about me.

te extraño tanto...

Tomando en cuenta que el amor no existe y que tan solo es una ilusion, cuando digo que te ame demasiado estoy en lo correcto, porque fuiste la ilusion mas grande que eh tenido, quien diria que tan solo fueron 6 meses, para mi fueron como años, me hiciste tan feliz, mi vida estaba resuelta, tu eras el centro de mi mundo, nada mas importaba, solo tu, todo lo que hacia era para y por ti, me da gusto ver que tu sigues con tu vida, y aunque no es la vida que teniamos planeada, y ya no eres exactamente esa persona que conoci, sigo estando muy orgullosa de ti, te extraño tanto.... , todo sigue tan como lo dejaste, mis tenis, mis viajes, mi musica, mi ropa, me enseñaste tanto, me dejaste tanto, y te llevaste tanto a la vez , siempre vas a estar aqui, aunque estes lejos, aunque estes con alguien mas, siempre vas a ser parte de mi, creo que ahora tengo que seguir ya no te puedo esperar...

changes....

Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it's so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn't come back. You're left so alone that you can't explain.

Everybody just keeps on moving on in this crazy, messed up world. That's all you can do anyways. You keep smiling, you keep moving, you just keep on living. Cause who knows, you might just be the only thing keeping somebody else from stopping. You might be someone's everything and not even know it. If you stop moving, what's to keep them from stopping too?It feels like someone kicked you in the stomach, feels like your heart stopped beating, feels like that dream you know the one when you are falling and you want so desperately to wake up before you hit the ground but its all out of your control, you cant trust anything anymore, no one is who they say they are, your life is changed forever, and the only thing to come out of the whole ugly experience is no one will be able to break your heart like that again.

to my secret best friend:I ask myself why, and in that same breath, as I watch you, I get my answer. It’s everything about you; its that teasing smile, that warm scent. Its the curve of your arms, the tousle of your hair, the ring of your voice. Its just everything about you. But more than that, its everything about me. Its everything about the way you make me laugh, cry, smile and hurt. Its everything about the way you make me feel. And that’s everything that I cannot, and would not, want to let go off.

...

She strutted up the ladder, carrying herself on her small frame. Those tiny legs shook with cold. She went inside, they were already partying like there was no tomorrow, and the world was coming to an end. Wasted.He was standing in the corner, drinking from a glass that appeared to contain water, but then again, it could be vodka; while frivolously smoking a cigarette. She smiled to herself to the sight of him, but didn’t go near. He looked at her; she could see him staring in the reflex on the window. She was doing meaningless chat to a tall, blonde beauty just to kill time, abruptly cut off the talk and marched right outdoors, laid carelessly in the moist grass. She didn’t care, she never cared.The moonlight kissed her cheeks, the wind stroked her hair.
- You’re too beautiful.

She didn’t have to look to know it was him, standing behind her. He approached her and laid too. She felt his warmth, the human heat emanating from him. She smiled, whilst both stared at the sky. His hand touched hers, she let him.He leaned over to her and they kissed.

- You’re perfect.She still had no answer