AINT THIS THE FUCKING TRUTH!!! Not like I see you every fucking day or anything or live twenty minutes away… Two fucking hours. 74.7 miles away from each other…. But ya know whatever
You held my hand only for a while but when you let go, I swear, you took away a piece of my heart. And now I am not okay.
Every girls dream 🙌
- on We Heart It
My life currently
if you’re dating my friends and you don’t treat them like princesses and you make them sad all the time we’re gonna have a huge problem. I hate y’all fuck boys that think they deserve anything less than that.
So you left again. I’m okay with it. Really. I’m slowly figuring out who I am, the hard way. I’m learning from my mistakes. You aren’t. You keep watching me and keeping tabs on me like I’m your property. No. You don’t get to do that. Not after everything you did. I could have been yours. I could have been whatever you needed, but you needed me gone. And so I went. You never begged me to stay, and I made my peace with that. But don’t you dare look at me like that anymore. Like there’s something still there. Like you still want me. Not when I see you with five different girls each night. Not when you hold them like you used to hold me. Don’t you dare get jealous of other guys. You once told me you hated looking at peoples snapchat stories, and yet here you are, every single day, checking up on mine. Stop stalking my Facebook. When I told you stories, you said you already knew, because you saw it. Stop. Let me break free. Let this be a clean break.
We didn’t talk for six weeks. You ignored me. I ignored you. And then you had the audacity to grind yourself into me, suckle on my neck, and hold me again like you loved me. And I wasn’t a fool this time. I knew what you wanted. And I still gave it to you. When I left you didn’t beg me to stay. You held the door open and sent me away. I thought things might be good between us, we both knew what this was.
And then you’re back again the next weekend, except this time with another girl. Or four. And I didn’t care at all. What I cared about, was the fact that every time I looked over my shoulder, you were there, burning holes into my skin with your eyes, tearing my clothes off with your mind and taking your weird sexual frustration out on some other girl. Stop. You don’t want me, so why keep trying to find something in me that makes you want to stay?
I love you. That’s been made quite clear. You don’t love me. That’s also clear. But I think you’re feeling something for me. Although I have no idea why. I’m clumsy, I’m awkward, I’m shy, I’m possessive, I get jealous easily, and it’s not that hard to make me cry. But I would have loved you with everything that I had. Everything. If you called me at four in the morning and needed my help I would be out of the door in my pyjamas to find you. If you kissed me again I would always kiss you back. If you told me you loved me, even if I didn’t believe you I’d say it back. If you ever just needed someone to listen to you, to hold your hand, to be a shoulder to cry on, I would always be there. No matter what. But you wouldn’t do the same. So stop trying to take me back just because you know you can’t have me anymore. I’m starting to smile again. And you can’t take that from me this time. You are just a foolish little boy (via heathyrlily)