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âLas personas que crecimos viendo morir el amor en nuestros hogares somos muy extrañas, por un lado no creemos en el amor, y por otro, cuando amamos, amamos para siempre porque sabemos el daño que causa amar de a mentiritasâŠâ
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Go on my dear live your life without fear
Youâre impossible to deteriorate if you just donât bite the bait
You know your own head game, itâll bring you to forget your own name
Do you wait on Prince Charming all night or do you walk alone with no man at your arm shining so bright?
All Iâm saying is if you donât love him no more then what else could he do you for?
He calls you his babygirl but what for? He will only hurt you more and more
Go on my dear live your life without fear
Youâre impossible to deteriorate if you just donât bite the bait
Es difĂcil amar y amarse a sĂ mismo.
Theyâve told me that itâs alright to feel your pain.
That it is good to let your pain visit as long as in time, you learn to kick it out.
But Iâm afraid to let my pain visit, what if it doesnât want to leave when it is time to go?
What if I just end up living with pain because it doesnât want to leave when it has overstayed its welcome.
Odio tanto a ese chico que conocĂ cuando mi corazĂłn habĂa sido roto demasiadas veces. Lo odio tanto porque lo conocĂ cuando mis huesos de 19 años aĂșn no habĂan visto lo hermoso de la vida y lo herĂ. Lo odio tanto porque al igual lo amo con todo mi ser pero el nunca podrĂĄ saberlo porque fui muy frĂa con el cuando el me amaba sin temor. Aunque lo odio tanto, ese odio nunca se podrĂĄ comparar al que siento por mi misma porque lo deje ir aunque lo amaba porque no estaba lista para ser amada; ahora yo soy la que sufre y el? El va a ser papĂĄ.
- te perdĂ para siempre
Youâre a serpent dragging yourself around on your belly, waiting for the kill to fall blindly into your den. You think that your evil cannot be seen through your scaly outtermaking but your needlepoint eyes give you away. They tell me that although they are the perfect blend between light and dark, that your intentions arenât pure and that you only want to sink your teeth further into my skin. Your fangs, theyâre sharper than a thousand knives, but are no match for the thickness of my skin because through your venemous tongue, you spat lies that made me stronger. You can cause damage with just one strike but you will not deteriorate my valor and my desire to be freed from your slithery hold. My valor and your venom mix as well as oil and water, my valor will remain as the antidote to your bite as long as I have a beating heart and air in my lungs. There will come a day where you will realize that you are nothing without Eve, and itâll be too late because Eveâs already figured out your sick act.
Mi error fue darte una oportunidad que no merecĂas y deje que te clavaras en mi piel como ningĂșn otro podrĂa. Mi error fue darte partes de mi que nunca podrĂ© recuperar. El error mĂĄs grande que cometĂ fue el error de dejarme ser tu burla. Todos podrĂĄn decirme que no fue mi culpa el que tu me allas decepcionado pero yo siempre sabrĂ© que yo fui la que te dejo entrar. Yo rompĂ mi propio corazĂłn en el momento que creĂ que tu serias diferente.
"It didnât matter where my feet landed, I would not be happy because the problem was not the place where I stood. The problem was me.â
The moon is the only thing that comforts me these days. She sees no color, no shape, only heart; we are all the same to her. We look up to her in our loneliest of times and she looks down above us like if we were made of gold.
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In her brewed a lover not a fighter so maybe thatâs why, after all of these years, she cannot seem to win the fight in her head.
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I knew I desperately needed help when I stopped doing things for fun and started doing them so that the pit in my chest would disappear. I knew I was bad when alcohol was a way for my blood to drown in a substance that could make me forget. When smoking a cigarette was no longer to feel my head spin and laugh but it was to calm my hands from shaking and when MJ would visit just so i could feel on top of the world for a couple of hours. I knew I needed help when I knew I needed help but could not get the words together.
Its funny that we hate our body and not our brain. All of that self hate comes from that spot up in our heads. When we want to numb ourselves to silence with drugs and alcohol it is that small mass that we are numbing and shutting down, so why does everyone hate their body and the way it curves like the ocean if it is the brain and all that it is made up of that makes us not want to be us anymore.
I shared my mind and body with you only for you to take it all away from me. You robbed me of happy ending and my innocence while you were at it. I hate that I can't hate you for ruining me. I love to love you because if there is no you and I then I risked my all only to fold in the end.
It is hard to love someone when you cannot even love yourself. It becomes even harder when you've loved someone so much that you gave them all you had until you were left on the street broke. You will never be able to love someone new because you feel as though you are not enough for them; you're denying the love you deserve because you cannot love what's inside of your brain. You will make up excuses and paint them in a different light so that you cannot see just how good they are for you. It is even harder when you realize all of these things but still do not allow yourself to be loved.
It took a couple of drinks in your veins to tell me how you felt after many years. It took a day in my 17 year old bones to tell you how I felt. Looking back, I always loved stronger and tighter, I held on even if you were choking me because I so badly needed you to be in my life. I needed you to exist at the same time I did because I knew I wouldnât be able to see a life that you were not in. It took years for you to tell me how you felt but in the end, when we were together, you felt as alive as I did.
You arenât there at 3 am when I feel like I donât want to be me the most. Its like you hear me cry but Iâm crying to a ghost. I wish you werenât the one I sorely needed every now and then, only the one I wanted in my bed every now and again. I wish you werenât the one I, in my mind, so dearly loved. I wish you were the one that would help me win this fight, this fight in my mind that doesnât rest easily at night.