Posts tagged: love
you came into my life when it was at its lowest. I didn’t think of going on, I just searched for an escape. I wanted to leave everything and to go forever. I didn’t even tell my best friend how shitty I felt and how I didn’t want to live anymore. I got scars on my wrists and my thighs. Several times I wrote a suicide note, just in case I’d need it. And one time, I was really about to do it, I got my razor blade, sat down onto my bed and listened to some music. I cut and cut and cut and I couldn’t stop anymore, but then, suddenly Therapy came up and I stopped for a second. I closed my eyes, listened to it and its words and felt so understood, it was overwhelming. Tears ran down my face and I realized what I was doing.
This song saved my life. It helped me to be whoever the fuck I am and it still makes me feel safe. There is barely another song that makes me feel like this. And there is barely another band that I love as much as I love you. Tank you, for so much.
You know I really love you if I get off of Tumblr for you.
I don’t really know what it is. I’m just… happy. Since I met you, I’m smiling all the time and I can’t forget about the last time we spent some time together… I just love everything about you, your smile, your hair, your smell, your eyes… Everytime I close mine I can see you, lying right next to me on my bed, smiling and winking at me. I remember every second I held your hand. After you left, I just ran upstairs and jumped onto my bed. I pressed the blanket against my face and took a deep breath, just because it smelled like you.
I don’t really know.
Maybe I love you…
I miss you, okay? I won’t tell you but I do. Sometimes, I dream of you and then I wake up and just can’t stop crying anymore.
Because you’re supposed to be mine.
I tried. I really tried not to like you. I really tried to hate you, to tell myself you’re not that great, you’re not perfect and you’re not made for me, that you were made to be with someone else.
But I can’t keep on pretending something I don’t believe in.
To say that I don’t love you is blasphemy. You’re my God, my angel. And I can’t stop loving you because my heart would stop beating, then.
Sometimes, you’re the only thing that keeps me alive.