#words wasted

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What are we?

“What are we?” I think, but I don’t say

Maybe I’m afraid of what the answer will be

“What are we?” I think, but still I stay.

How did we end up this way?

One minute we were friends and now it’s something in-between

“What are we?” I think, but I don’t say.

Will whatever this is ever see the light of day?

My thoughts are not scheduled as we are

“What are we?” I think, but still I stay.

Is this just a game, am I something to play?

Did this originate from love or convenience

“What are we?” I think, but I don’t say.

How have I wandered so astray?

When did love become such a burden

“What are we?” I think, but still I stay.

My heart or my mind, who to obey?

Part of me knows I deserve more while the other fears I will end up with far less

“What are we?” I think, but I don’t say

“What are we?” I think, but still I stay.

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It's one in the morning and all the lights are off in your house. You are sound asleep and probably dreaming of her while I am driving around our city with a frantic mind and a broken heart.

numb

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I used to think that letting go of people I love was extremely selfish. I used to think that loving someone meant unlimited second chances and an infinite supply of benefit of the doubt, but it's not. I'm always going to love you, but I think it's finally time I love myself a little more, don't you think?

naivety of love

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The give and take...

I’ve spent the better part of my life measuring love.

Measuring how much is given to me so I know precisely how much to give out.

I’ve spent the better part of my life, carefully, measuring, love.

At first, the steady give and take is there.

He takes, I give. He gives, I take.

But eventually,

eventually I seem to forget the concept of taking and I give and give and give until there is nothing left of me.

Until I am forced to wait and hope that he catches up, that he takes all that I give to heart.

That he gives me his heart in return.

And at first, I will think he has. I will think to myself,

Finally.

I have given all I am to someone who wants all that I have.

I learned the hard way that you can’t just choose to take back what you chose to give away.

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You do not love him.

You do not love him because he constantly uses you,

Incapable of showing his affection.

You do not love him because his love has proven to be untrue,

Only caring for you at his discretion.

You do not love him because all he does is take and take,

Not once considering the damage.

You do not love him because all your heart does is ache and ache,

And all you are left with is baggage.

You do not love him because he’s completely oblivious,

Choosing to see only what he wants to.

You do not love him because he gives out love like it is frivolous,

Like showing someone you care is a chore he must do.  

You do not love him…

Because he only loves you on whim.