Feeling of a Broken Heart.
I hate living with that feeling, when you feel like you have a hole in your chest. Every breath you take never seems to be satisfying enough. Kinda like the feeling of not being able to take in all the breath you need. Right when you inhale, you reach this point where your chest starts to hurt. Sometimes when I think back on good times I don’t feel that hole anymore, then I realize its just a memory & the feeling comes back. There’s really no cure for that feeling, it sticks with you. I believe that’s the feeling of my broken heart.
I wish I was as pretty as your ex or all the other girls you’ve liked. I have a tendency to compare myself, & I never feel good enough. In someways I feel like Im a downgrade. I have this fear of you finding someone who has more to offer. Someone who’s prettier, smarter, has a better personality than I do. Someone who will be “Perfect” to you in every way possible. It makes me want to change everything about myself.
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My babes
What guy buys you hookah pens and flowers for your birthday? When you only met him just two days before. What guy stands outside of your class waiting to take you out to lunch? When you least expect it. What guy rushes to see you almost everyday? Even if his cars down. What guy calls you up and takes you on an adventure to six flags for the day? On the randomness day. What guy isn’t afraid to admit he misses you all the time? When you just saw each other 10 mins ago. What guy holds you and wipes your tears when you cry? What guy stays with you until he knows you’re gonna be okay? What guy accepts you at your worst times? What guy does his very best to keep this relationship going under any conditions? My Boyfriend does. He’s perfect in everyway possible. I couldn’t be thankful enough for someone like him.
This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
This… wow.
What’s in my heart is not in your head anyways.
Out with the old & in with the new.
Im starting to stress out so bad…. I feel like so much shit is on my shoulders. I hate highschool, I hate sophmore year so far. My past two years in high school have been the worst, and Im only half way through it. I’ve experienced a whole lot of shit that has changed me. Nothings the same anymore.
Even though we agrued over some little shit, he’s still soft hearted
