The longer he looks into your eyes, the more interested he is in you. If he can’t even look in your eyes, chances are that he’s just bored, and wants someone to hook up with. After that, he will leave you.
Fine you want to know the truth? im terrified. I’m terrified of every god damn thing that crosses my mind. Im so damn scared of losing you it hurts. i cant even bear the thought of me fucking everything up again. Im terrified of you, of how you make me feel. I’m terrified of love and thats something i never ever thought id be facing.
Trust no player
Fear no bitch
Give no pussy
Suck no dick
People play games
and are full of shit
Play the roll of the baddest bitch
That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself another drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.
Everyone always leaves. Except you. You’ve always been there for me.
But now your gone and, even though you’re still in my heart, I just want you back.
I miss you.
Why do we find it so hard to let go? Why do we have such a difficulty accepting the inevitable, dealing with what’s right in front of us - why can’t we get over something we can do nothing to change? I guess we all just hope too much. Hope for the best, hope that he’s still holding on when the truth is he’s long gone, up, up, up and away. There’s a fine line between faith and naivety, sometimes we’re too in love to see that line and so blindly cross it.
Just because I laugh a lot, doesn’t mean my life is easy. Just because I have a smile on my face everyday, doesn’t mean something isn’t bothering me. I choose not to dwell on the negatives, keep my head up, and move on with my life
I’m not sure what to do about you. The feeling has never stopped. I’ve always wanted to be with you, and I’ve always had a thing for you. It fades in and out but it never really goes away.
I hate being alone. I admit it. I’m clingy and constantly crave the attention of those who seem so well off and perfect. It’s terrible because we really shouldn’t depend on anybody but ourselves. I put up such a strong facade, nobody would believe I could ever be sad or alone. I’ve worked hard to achieve that status and even harder to keep reassuring people it’s real. But sometimes I wish everyone would know. I am not perfect. Not even close. I feel like a nobody most of the time. And the only thing worse than being alone is feeling alone with everybody beside you.
I’m a believer of second chances, but I’m done handing out a 3rd, 4th, and 5th. You messed up, goodbye
I’m a double shot of patron, you a pina colada.
I’m a whole lot of something & you’re a whole lot of nada.
So please be patient, I’m so afraid to care about someone.
I know it seems like I’m a strong girl who can get through anything
but inside, I’m very fragile. I’ve had so many things thrown at me,
each one has only made a crack. What I’m afraid of is
s h a t t e r i n g.
When you’re staying up late, tossing and turning, thinking of him,
it’s already too late
so here i am, looking pretty for you.
& only you
You’re not my life but you’re the one I want to spend it with. You’re not my world, but you’re the best thing in it.