I Want You To Tell Me, To Trust Me, To Want Me.

I've heard that if a crush lasts longer than 4 months, you're already in love. So what happens when I've been infatuated with you for 60 months, Does this mean I've fallen in love with you 15 times? Or have I simply wasted 5 years? 60 months? 261 weeks? 1825 days?

That one crush

• [I have scars but the most painful ones are fresh and in my heart.] •

They can’t be seen and hiding the pain hurts even more.

I loved you and you broke me. I cared for you and you ignored me. I said all good things about you and you wouldn’t even talk to me. I can’t believe you did this and you didn’t even know. But it’s okay because no matter what I will always love you and you will never love me back.

Story of my life #3

And here I am. Falling in love all over again. Will it hurt, the way it did before? Will my heart race as much as the first time? Which of the ‘what ifs’ will come true this time, or should I even bother? Should I feel excited? Scared? Only time will tell.

I hope this time the result changes

You taught me how to live, but you will also be the death of me.

Why?

The night you told me you loved her? It hurt me. It broke me. It scarred me. It still stings, even today, five months after. How could you not have seen the look in my eyes when we looked at each other? How could you not notice how often you caught me staring? Of course, I know the answer. All you saw then was her. I felt that way about you once too.

I told my friend what hurt the most.

There was a girl. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice, it was supposed to make you feel something. There was a boy. He never really understood. He presumed the top layer was the only layer and never knew the truth. She was a smart girl until she fell in love. He was an oblivious boy until everything was over.

Maddie; The story of my life #1

I’m sick and tired of you playing this game. Fiddling with my heart and head like you’re a toddler playing with his toys. I’ve had enough of the kindergarten games you throw every which way, trying to get more people to play along, trapping them in a world where not only your love is nonexistent, but all of reality as well. Just stop playing and let me go.

It hurts

I’m screaming that my heart is yours but it only appears as a silent smile to you

Why can’t you hear it? (via sunshinesasquatch)

His ears are already listening to another