And Oh! He loved her like the world might end and he would still love her without it.
He loved her like his life was nothing but.
He loved her like a man loves a woman
Like a mother loves her child
But oh! She didn't love him.
And it was the bane of his existence,
The sorrow in his tea.
He couldn't be without her
Only one he could love, it was she
Yes boy, you hear me, even you have loved such,
With none in return
You can feel how his heart bleeds?
And he is suffocating within his own blood,
slipped on the puddle from his tears
No, he cannot stop crying
And what set her apart? She was a princess in his eyes
To be worshipped, to be loved. He would love her,
Give her anything
Oh the dangers of letting a woman into your heart
Oh the dangers of handing out your trust like party packets
'Here, take it, it comes with the cake'
And your trust you give with your friendship?
- No, you say you don't. Your trust is hard to come by, only those who deserve it will receive
Does she deserve it? When all she ever does is rip you apart
When she unbuttons you, when she undresses you, when she leaves you naked
To stare and sympathise, but never love what she sees.
Not how you would have her love it.
Oh she loves you, yes she cares for you. Fool! It isn't enough and you let your heart
wait for her! She will never come around, she will never see you in that light when
she refuses to move. She cannot, don't blame her.
Listen to me. Listen hard. This isn't you, defined by her. This shell of a man,
it isn't right, it's empty for pouring out it's contents to some undeserving host.
Oh you say she deserves to have your heart. Noone deserves a heart they would not keep.
Noone deserves tears they would have you not weep. This is over.
"Sweetheart, are you okay? You seem so in your head."
"I'm fine" He forced a smile, he would fake it instead. Not moving on, not letting go, still
waters stagnate and she would watch him rot because she didn't have the heart to
break him down. And he didn't have the heart to move on, his heart was hers, she did not know
she kept it.
She took his hand and led him along the passage, not knowing that her touch melted him. Or maybe she did
know, if she should stop to think. She never did. He swallowed his thoughts, and made sure his
smile was intact. He would not let her see him weak. Not in person.
Two hearts moved down the passage, and one body owned both.
How could he ever forget her if she was here in his life? How could he ever not desire her if he
did not want to let go?
There's only one way to heal a heart.
You have to want to forget.
Forgiving her was easy, but her smile haunted his dreams. Every thought was her,
every dream was her face, her voice replayed in his head, and in his existence.
Did she know that her half-love was killing him?- Who are we to judge the intentions
of a girl who is loved.- But if she did could she change it? Oh she must be strong,
but she is young, only a girl. Who has the strength to hurt those they care for
to afford them a longer termed relief? We must assume, not her. Maybe one day.
Oh it hurt to let his love waste. But it hurt more to let her go. And he vowed he would
keep the little of her he could.
Son, how much of yourself is there left to dissolve? One day there will be nothing.
"Pete love, I'm starting to worry about you. You really aren't all here today!"
"I'm just thinking how beautiful you look today"
She giggled, and they carried on walking. He battled to keep his internal anguish from his brows.
Must be something in the air today, she never usually noticed. He watched her smile,
assured her everything was alright. She told him about the men in her life: he was not a man,
he was her dear friend, she constantly reminded him of this. He held his love for her
by it's neck, for this moment it could not breathe, and he advised her on her worries. But this
stubborn love would not die, he knew this already, and soon it escaped his grip and he could not
talk any longer. His tears rose from the pit of his stomach to his chest, he pushed them down.
And stole a glance, she had not noticed, she walked with her head in the clouds of her dream world.
He hoped it was wonderful there.
But every heart that is given away leaves a hole in the chest. And nature works its ways, that hole shall be
filled by the heart of another. yes boy, you are loved, you are loved and you do not even know it.
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