femmefaeytal

I have decided that I don't know what I'm doing. How can I move on with my life, when I'm still in love with you. I don't mean moving on to another lover, or even another type of companion. I can't focus enough on my own life without wondering about you in yours. I can't walk into a place without thinking about you at my side. I can't look at things of my own that I know you have seen without panging for your touch. You still fill my dreams, and every single time I look at your picture, tears spring to my eyes and a lump rises in my throat. My chest seizes and my heart stops, breath caught in my lungs. I'm supposed to grow without you, I'm

Why am I so surprised? It's almost like you enjoy this, stringing me along. Pretending, feigning, dodging. What do you want from me? Why do you make these promises that you obviously make to others. How can I trust what you say to me, if I can't even trust that I'm the only one you say it to. Lots of eggs, means hopefully one will hatch right? Hopefully? Maybe something will work out? What do you do then, when someone figures out your ploy. Questions your words, and investigates. Talk to me, don't hide from me. Tell me what is going on so that I can move forward. I'm tired of sitting on a barrel filled with your promises. Which, I suppos

If any of us knew that life was going to end up like this, I’m sure we would all elect to not bother being born. Indeed, maybe the reason we are ripped screaming from our mothers womb, is from an infant precognition of how life will end up. “Don’t take life too serious. No one gets out alive anyways.” Words of wisdom, summing up the very essence of what it is we all do wrong. As a society (Oh yawn, how cliché ) we strive for immortality, in the sense we wish our names to live on beyond the physical manifestation of our corporeal entities. Now, before I fall into the fallacies that are so easily dismissed and even mo