HeaRt Ache

you're like a trend i can't stand everyone'shad you, everyone has you, everyone wantsyou. && somehow i got you. a fashion i could 'barely afford but as trends go, just as i started ;to fall, you decided i was just so out of style
I get reminded of the summer..&& how it use to be when I was yoursand I begin to fall once again for the boywho doesnt beleive in memories

hope your okay tonight, i know that im slowlytearing you down , its only in self defense , im scared , ya know ? scared of you of how amazingyou are , scared of how i feel . but most of all ;;im scared that one day youll leave and ill be left with nothing but a memory of you and a false hopethat youll think of me someday and return

Untie all the strings between yourheart and mine but do it real slow so idont have to lose you all at one time

So don't explain cause I know exactly what your going to say.Big words, recycled phrases, and the bittersweet taste of other girls on your lips.

and my heart can't possibly break
when it wasn't even whole to start with.


that night, the night when i finally said 'enough is enough,'was biting cold as i slipped out of the party, struggling to hold back my tears & making it only as far as the car, where i spent what seemed like ages fumbling with my keys until i finally felt the lock give & rushed, shivering, into the driver's seat. it took a minute for me to move; i sat there instead with my hands on top of the wheel & my forehead pressed against it, taking in deep breaths of the cool air that was slowly becoming tolerable. sitting up, i wiped my eyes, though it was as useless as a shoveling snow while the blizzard is still happening, & began to drive. i had no where to go , but somehow it seemed like the only option. the lights of the city all blurred into one & i could barely make out the reds, greens, & yellows of the traffic signals as i drove along. my head was no longer doing the driving, though; instead, it was my heart & i somehow found myself at the football field. you know the one. you remember the night. & as i sat there, i saw it all play out, & through my t e a r s, i smiled the next place i passed was the sidewalk in front of my grandma's apartment, the one where we stood kissing in the rain,(i closed my eyes, & the wetness on my face was still there, almost as if it were happening again. next were the flower shop, the gas station, the car wash...i also passed the beauty salon, i passed meyer's courtyard & i saw the very place we had parked that night. it couldn't possibly have been almost two years ago, could it? because i could still feel the way i had felt that night, the way my cheeks had ached from smiling so hard. the bowling alley, the y, the movie theater...every place has it's own story, it's own unforgettable memory of *us.* remember when it was 'us,' not 'you' & 'me? i kept driving, letting occasional sobs escape my mouth as the rain from my eyes steadily fell, & i went to the place i knew would hurt the most. i drove past 'your road,' past my old house where we drove through the fog & you gave me a kiss on the cheek while i drove because you 'couldn't help it,' & finally i saw it. the rest stop. our rest stop. two years it had been ours. i parked the car this time, walked out to the table where we had layed together, & laid down in the freezing cold, listening to the rush of the river. the cold wind burned my face, but when i closed my eyes, i could almost swear it was your warm breath brushing against my face again...i could almost feel your skin against mine, here you whisper those three little words. & i swear, at that moment, the tears were gone. i sat up & looked around. the grass, the grass we had made memories on, was no longer beautiful; it was ugly & brown & had lost the magic it once possessed.i almost laughed at the irony of it all. instead, i sighed, slowly got up & walked to the car. with one last look, i got inside, started the ignition & wiped my eyes completely dry. '& this,' i thought to myself, 'this is letting go.'

sometimes you sit and you wonder if he can see it in your eyes..if he can tell you still love him;that theres nothing you would rather think about thanthe times he held you in his arms. can he see the tears?because they sure are there, deep down,along with the pain and loneliness that youre sure no one can see. sometimes you would give anything to be able to make him understand

He calls and calls but she refuses to answer her phone. Tears pour from her eyes as she sits by it listening to it ring over and over again.But what this eager boy on the other end doesn’t realize is that he’s breaking her heart.Because the truth is she wants to pick up the phone and hear his apologies so bad. But she holds back. And what she doesn’t realize is that she's breaking this guys heart. He'll never try to talk to her again and it will break her stubborn heart &&she'll wish she had picked up that phone and got back what she was so sure she never wanted again.

IT'S JUST A SIMPLE KISSN0 0NE HAS T0 EVER KN0WWHAT HE D0ESNT KN0W W0NT HURT HIMAS L0NG AS I D0NT LET IT SH0W..

the truth i miss you with all my heart and i cant stand the sound of your name because it hurts to much.the fact that i might never see you again makes it even worse i was and still am completely and utterly in love with you you make me feel like no one else can and you always no how to make me smile and not one of those fake smiles i always have on but one of the ones that when your around i can never seem to get rid of and the worst thing is that you push me away or at least i feel that way and your hurting me hurting us and everytime i see you i just wanna jump into your arms in hopes that things will be okay but now that your gone and maybe not coming back i need to let you know just how much i love you just how much i need you and pray that you do that right back i hope you hear this because with all my heart i love you i miss you i need you.

im broken hearted on the floor my tears seep throughthe cracks under the door where im locked in shut downim so sick of picking myself up off the ground
your makeup looks great next to his teeth

on the phone a year later, he asked her if she missed him. her reply was "i dont miss you, i miss the guy who called me every second he could, who sat at home on saturday nights when we couldnt be together thinking of me..the guy who knew how to say sorry, the guy who came to my house after every fight, the guy who told me i looked like a rose, thats teh guy i miss. you, well how could i miss you, i dont even know you..


that's the thing about letting old lovers go. you don't stop loving some of them. there are a couple you love no less than you ever did. not to mention names... but i'm still in love with a couple.you're not going to try to make it work again, but if they needed you, you'd drop everything

no matter how much time goes byhe'll never forget the first time he lookedat you and how he fell in love with your eyes

i'd fuck you so i can feel something instead of nothing at all

she put him out like the burning end of a midnight ciggarette she broke his heart

come on angel, Swallow another pill with your glass of wine and pretend he really loves you, so you can at least feel something.

it was just the tequila talking when i told you i'm still not over you. i get a little sentimental when i've had one or two. if i said 'i'm still in love with you'.. it was just the tequila talking

& i`m sure you love knowingyou can have me anytimeyou want.

have you ever really thought about it? You've got this girl, head over heels in love with you.She'd do anything for you; she'd die for you. But for some reason, you don't want to see that.You know it's there, and you know that you feel the same way. But you refuse to let it be. Maybe you're scared. Maybe you're scared of the thought that this girl who you've known forever -you've seen her happy, you've seen sad -- maybe this girl is perfect for you. And that really scares you, doesn't it?

So this love's been worn down, like songs on a tapeThe sex has lost all of its fun, like gum loses tasteAnd you're, you're addicted to the drug of lust, A de-tox in the cold sweat of shame
and I love your pain