#didith

[fakemeredith]

so here I am,

staring at your name,

at the things, and plans

written and hidden

on the increasing piles

of our greatest “what-if’s”

[fakemeredith]

I won’t get tired.

It’s true. I won’t get tired of you. I won’t get tired even if our late night conversations always end up hearing your voice, calling her name until you fall asleep. I won’t get tired listening over and over again about your happy memories with her, back when you were both still madly in love. I won’t get tired wiping your tears away, revealing a look, longing for the touch of her hands, not mine. I won’t get tired hearing you laugh, not because of my silly jokes but because of the moments that you shared together. At least once in a while I get to see your precious smile, your smile that is so contagious it makes hiding what I truly feel, easy. It sucks seeing you fall in love and get hurt by a person who won’t even shed a tear for you. But as always, I won’t get tired comforting you. I won’t get tired of setting aside my feelings every time her name comes out of your mouth. You need a shoulder to cry on, not a shoulder yearning for your love and attention. Yes, it’s true. I won’t get tired of you. But being strong doesn’t mean I’m not hurting. But it’s okay, that’s why I won’t get tired of this. I won’t get tired of waiting that someday, your lips will no longer be missing her because they are ready to meet mine.

[fakemeredith]

I don’t care if it's 3 AM or 3 PM, all I know is I wanna be with you.

[fakemeredith]

Dear future lover, I'm a mess. But if you really love me, then you won't mind spending the rest of your life with a trash. Love, Me.

[fakemeredith]

people leave us because it’s their choice, not ours. you don’t go around forcing them to stay just because you want them to. the scenario of people walking out of our lives is inevitable. a fucking nightmare that no matter how hard we try to prevent it from happening, it just happens. it just fucking happens. 

[fakemeredith]

here's to our untold story hidden underneath the piles of greatest 'what ifs', written in the letters, disguised as prose and poems.

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[fakemeredith]

I hate it when you make somebody else laugh with your silly jokes, you don’t react when I’m talking to other guys, you just suddenly bring up a girl’s name in our conversations, I can’t be with you most of the time especially in some important events in your life but you know what I really hate the most? The fact that I shouldn’t be mad and jealous over small, pointless things because I trust and love you with all my heart but I still feel threatened because sometimes no matter how much we love a person, if it's not meant to last, it won't and I hate it. I hate sad endings because the only ending I want to have is ending up with you for the rest of our lives.

[fakemeredith]

once you break a poet's heart? you'll always gonna be that person that's gonna get fucked with surging letters, poems, and prose and most of the time? you will never know.