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Can you just pretend you want to run away with me? And in my head I’ll build a whole life with you. One I know will never be, but baby that’s just me.. always living in my dreams.. LL~
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We were a forever love in a temporary situation. And I don’t know what I long for more.. What was once us or what we might’ve been.. LL~
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At some point, in the midst of the hurt or the healing, you have to ask yourself this … Is it better to be alone than to only be loved when they’re lonely? LL~
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“What happened?” they ask. And I smile and say “It just didn’t work out.” That’s what I have to tell them. They pry, they care, they try to get the things from me I can’t give right now. But, one day I will. One day I’ll talk about this hole inside my chest you left.…
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Whenever you said my name, I swear.. It always sounded just like I love you. LL~
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I think I know now That we were happy.. And it was me who pushed you away with my doubt And this is why I’ll never hate you Because the truth is I broke my own heart LL~
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They said you two really looked like you’d make it. And, my heart still so full of you, I don’t know what to tell them. I can’t speak poorly of you. Partly because of the presence of hope still looming and because I tell myself that what I’m seeing can’t be who you really are.…
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It’s the damaged ones who will try to love you often more than you deserve. And if you are broken they will love you even more than that. They will pour themselves into you, filling in the cracks with acceptance and understanding. They will do this and expect little to nothing in return because they…
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I will look for you In every room In every crowd In every window Forever But, I’ll never find you Because The saddest part The part that breaks me is You’ll never be looking for me too. LL~
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Do you remember that night? The one when I couldn’t stay… Couldn’t spend the night in slumber next to you the way I usually would. And, so we laid there for the time that we had. I fought to keep my eyes open. Fighting the pull of sleep. Closing them for seconds, then minutes. Always…
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The Blood & The Bones 