Last night I cuddle myself in a little ball under my blankets.
I hugged my pillow very tight in my arms, as if I would never let it go...
Just as if I felt it was you...
I hate myself for keeping this feelings.
I hate you, for not corresponding them...
I know that you love me, that´s for sure...
Just not the way I want you to (or maybe you do...?)
Last day I wish it never end.
I was in your arms: my only safe place.
My only place. My place.
I know maybe I´m the stubborn...
Maybe I just don´t want to let you go...
Maybe "this thing" that makes my heart pump faster when you are around ain`t real...
Maybe what we haD was just an illusion... A great one...
But you!!!
You don´t make it easy either!!!
You hug me, then you touch me...
Then you look me in the eye, and that´s it!!!
That´s the one battle I lose.
That´s the unfinished tale.
That´s the never ending story.
I guess that´s MY story, not yours.
Not ours anymore... Not `till you realize...
I truly hate that I love you.
With no regrets, but a lot of tears.
"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb"
"What a stupid lamb"
"What a sick masochistic lion"
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Hace 8 años
AMO ESTE POST... es lo único que puedo decir, porque en algún momento yo también me sentí así...
Fears, why does love have to be so close to fear?
And I don't forget the truth, but I get better at lying to myself