me: *looks through pictures of a pretty girl*
me: …so how do I become you………..
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Two years later
A girl sits in front of her ex lover.He doesn’t say a word
And her heart doesn’t ache for him anymore.Her hair is longer than it’s ever been.
She is even more beautiful than the day he left her.And at that moment,
He panics.
He lost her.And he can never have her back.
He can just watch her be beautiful
And in love
With someone else.
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I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes, dream drenched voice, lazy bones ‘five more minutes please babe.’
I want your Tuesday afternoon stretching break, glasses off, laughter on, ‘just hold me for a while, it’s been a hard day.’
I want your Wednesday evening fingers through you hair, teeth biting nails, neck extended, eye glazing, ‘this paperwork never ends’
I want your Thursday night wine for two, bones unbind, muscles let loose, flats, slacks, ‘just me and you’
I want your finally Friday full soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes, fingers unfurl, hand extends, ‘come on babe, lets go wild’
I want your weekend, your movie marathon Saturday, reading by the fireplace, making love in the blankets I want your Sunday morning orange juice and cereal with blueberries, white sheets, tender skin, hair so friendly it’s standing up waving, ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’
I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life.
I want forever as partners, husband and wife.
I want our love to always come first.
I’m yours on bended knees.
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I’ll choose you on the days you can’t even get out of bed.
I’ll choose you on the days when your hair is a mess and your pillow is soaked in tears.
I’ll choose you on the days you can’t find hope in anything.
I’ll choose you on the days that you wish you werent on this earth anymore.
I’ll choose you on the days that you can’t find the right words to say, or anything to say at all.
I’ll choose you on the days that you’re so angry, you can’t even look me straight in the eyes.
I’ll choose you on the days that you’re numb and can’t find feeling in anything.
I’ll choose you on the days that your eyes stop burning from crying.
I’ll choose you on the days that the pain goes away.
I’ll choose you on the days that you wake up and can finally feel again.
I’ll choose you on the days that your smile is shining bright.
I’ll choose you on the days that you’re so happy that not a damn thing could bring you down.
I’ll choose you on the sad days, the happy days, the unorganized days, and every day in between. I’ll choose you any day. There will never be a day that you’re not the one I choose.
She will cry. She will cry over you like there is no tomorrow, until her throat is raw and her hair a mess. Her screams will echo through the walls and there will be nothing beautiful about it.
She will tear out the pages of her diary that she dedicated to you and swear your name will never again appear on the crisp pages that are so important to her. But two days later the words won’t come and she’ll find herself scrawling your name over and over until the ink blurs and merges with her tears.
She will curse you and curse herself and curse the skies for everything and nothing. There will be days when the sun shines but all she will see is rain and clouds, and days when she won’t see anything at all.
And fuck. She will love you even though her heart is breaking because she gave you a part of herself that you refuse to return.
But know this, she will also learn to forget you, so when she walks by in two months time, laughing and smiling without a care in the world, you will wonder how she slipped through your fingers, and she won’t care.
Not one single bit.
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When ur hair won’t listen to you and its a mess and ur just like ???? I grew you myself??? I gave you life and this is how you repay me??
You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her.
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The wasted years, the wasted youth
The pretty lies, the ugly truth
And the day has come where I have died
Only to find, I’ve come alive
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