My anger a fire, but you the match
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@mylifeascy
My anger a fire, but you the match
Love shouldn't hurt this much
Nor this often
In love
I fucking hate it here
I broke down tonight
Wish we could have seen us.
I'm not shit, but you made me something
I held out hope you'd come back for so long.
I've got troubles, and I've got many
I know
That you are hurting too
My babe
Say goodbye before you go
Black curtains in a gloomy room, sleeping the days away.
But I still feel her sunshine
aLetterToWomen
waiting for that one person to understand me.
i damper my name just to make someone laugh, falsify the image of myself just to see a laugh.
i believe women to be the backbone of this world. love takes two people, but without a woman love is not half as good, but rather non existent.
a woman will drive you to be a better you, she will give you a sense of comfort more so than any pillow or satin sheets.
she is comfort, she is love, she the dream we sleep for.
she finds good in the broken, for all she knows is to repair.
a woman can fix a lost soul, i’d take that over any mechanic overcharging to fix a head gasket.
the only price she asks is effort.
she is not meant to be an object of lust, but rather the center piece of love. she is beauty, she is life.
and if you are lucky enough she can be your wife.
she bears children for a man’s name to live on.
she takes our name for all she knows is to give.
she deserves respect and i can’t truthfully say i give that one hundred percent of the time. but without a doubt a doubt i can say i’ve never viewed a woman as an object of lust.
i write this asking for forgiveness, for myself and to all men who have ever made a comment of banter, the jokes distasteful, i just love to see someone laugh.
a woman is life
i would die twice, just to live once.
she breathes life into us, i’d die twice to live for her once.
One day I will write something beautiful, but first I must forget the beauty I've lost.
You are the words as they came rushing against my face, telling me of a time where I thought I knew what being grown up was. I didn't know then and I only know now based off of what I no longer have.
I'm just rambling like I knew then what I know now. That you are a lost cause, only around for whoever drifting your way. And I no longer wish to be slave to it.
I'm moving on, once and for all.
You make it easy, but difficult at the same time.
So I sat there refreshing the page hoping for your reply
And then I remembered..
You were no longer mine .
Women want someone who will never leave, but easily leaveable.