#sad poetry
I don’t think I’ll ever be enough for you.
“I’ll lend you my soul in exchange of your hands”
“It wasn’t you who did the hurting, it was my high expectations”
“How I envy so the half of me, who lived before love’s due, who was yet to know of you.”
“But despite all the reasons I shouldn’t think of you, I still do”
“I wish I could go back to a time when I only believed good things about you”
“The secret is no one gets what they want without losing who they are”
“The truth is, I loved our love more than I loved you.”
“I never see things as they are, only what they could be. So, can you blame me when I look at you and all I see is love.”
“Falling so madly in love with you is a tragedy. Nothing in my world will ever seem so beautiful again.”
“I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.”
“you are not your mistakes, you are not the brokenness you’ve felt”
“When I’m with you, love needs no explanation. It just is and we just are.”
“What do you think the meaning of life is?” she asked, staring up at the stars. “To love and be loved,” I replied.
“I’m not a complicated girl”, she laughed, “I just want to run away with you, rob a bank, fall in love and eat ice creams in Paris.”
“Your heart is what keeps mine beating”
“She wasn’t looking for a fairy tale, just to feel a little less lonely.”
Solo soy un escrito, un verso que se rompió en mil pedazos. Que se expresa en un texto, porque le duele demasiado expresarse con su voz quebrada. Me dejaron sin voz, sin ganas, sin levantarme… Ahora este escrito simplemente llora, grita, sufre…
No recuerdo que era ser feliz o no llorar todos los días. Son tantos los pedazos que muchos se perdieron en a saber que lugar, y otros fueron totalmente rotos primero con amabilidad, después con frialdad, luego con manipulación y por último a cuchilladas en el corazón. No soy un cuento de hadas, soy un cuento del infierno.
Mis hojas cortan, lloran, sufren y gritan suplicas. Mi historia es de terror, no hay zombies, no hay vampiros, HAY HIJOS DE PUTA.
A este cuento le dijeron que su adolescencia sería la mejor etapa de su vida, supongo que no sabían todo lo que iba a pasar. Este cuento solo espera poder recomponer sus versos, y hacer pedazos nuevos para sustituir lo que faltan.
Quiero un final feliz, simplemente un final normal.
“for what it’s worth, i still love you.
i swear- i never wanted to lose you.
but.. i’m guessing that’s not worth a whole lot.”
-i never had anything to lose until i had you. c.r.
there’s one thing i’ll never understand, though.
why, despite the millions of people who would love and cherish me as i did them, does my heart still want you and only you?
why does my heart yearn for someone who does not want me?
why does my heart desire to be broken?
-and why was it so easy for you to break it? c.r.
