I've been told by too many loves, it's not yours it's me. Too many loves have said:
You deserve better. I am so sorry. It's not you it's me.
Isn't it me though, if it's always me left behind.
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I've been told by too many loves, it's not yours it's me. Too many loves have said:
You deserve better. I am so sorry. It's not you it's me.
Isn't it me though, if it's always me left behind.
My politeness is so ingrained.
You don't have to worry about leaving.
Yes, I'll remember all the innumerable times you promised not to, but I am too polite to bring it up.
I'll nod, hold the door, and thank you for the time you spent.
Or, maybe even, for coming at all.
Love, I suppose, is what it's called when your eyes meet and you smile all gooey, your breath turns all fluttery and delicate, and your legs feel all silly...
And you left. I stood watching you walk away.
Walk out.
You didn’t even say bye, goodbye, or even fuck this...
You just walked out, never looking back.
I know, because I waited till you were out of sight.
It crippled me, you know?
Watching you leave and knowing how easy it was for you to go.
And never look back.
“On the other side of graduation was her actual life, the slow narrowing of possibilities that would catch her and freeze her in a vocation, a relationship, a life. She intended to avoid that slow calcification for as long as possible — if only by refraining from making any crucial choices. In other words, she was moving back home.”
— Ling Ma, Bliss Montage
What I mean when I say I love you
Thank you. I miss you. I'm so grateful. You see me. You make me happy. You are silly. I'm tired. Help me. Can we be lazy together? You are beautiful.
I mean let's be each other's solace
Three weeks to the End
It took you three weeks to tell me what I'd felt coming in my bones, from the moment your eyes met hers.
Three weeks of watching her laugh soothing and easing the heart, where I'd always dreamed of making my home.
Three weeks to the End
It took you three weeks to tell me what I'd felt coming in my bones, from the moment your eyes met hers.
Three weeks of watching her laugh soothing and easing the heart, where I'd always dreamed of making my home.
If there's a next life, I'd still wanna be yours.
Used up
I was yours. And all you did was take,
And take. And take some more.
You said, "You're just nothing like the girl I fell for..."
After you used me up.
Forever the sentimental one with the sweet smile caught up in bittersweet endings.
Hm, the warm glow of getting drunker and drunker with someone and falling more and more in love.
The awestruck delight of true love
You leaving, I felt it on the breeze.
Abandonment once felt, leaves it preconditions.
I smell it in the air.
Babe, your easy grin when you promised to love me is the easiest thing you've ever done on purpose.
I've always wanted to be who you yearn for...
Gentle, kind requited love.
You lay your head on my tummy, grinning up at me.
You interlace our hands.
There, you proclaim, I’ll make my home here for a while.