That's Okay

3 words, I “Something” You, it seems saying these three words is harder than finding that “something”. We all know what that “something” is…Love.
See, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?
I know you don’t love me, that’s okay,
I know you love him, and that’s okay too.
I’ll still chase you like a lovesick puppy.
We’ll have our fun, like we have been.

I love how we can be when we are with each other. And even though it may mean nothing to you, it means the world to me.
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you always smile
I love the way you wrap your arms around me
I love the way your hands find mine even in the dark
I love the way you kiss me, on my lips and on my neck
I love the few mornings I get to wake up beside you
I love the way you let me be myself when I’m with you
I love the way we can plan our fake wedding, covering every detail.
I love everything about you. I won’t lie; I want you to be mine.

It’s never going to happen, but that’s okay.
People think I’m stupid, they try warning me not to get to attached because it could end in heartbreak. That’s true, and probably right, but doesn’t everything end in heartbreak. At the moment I’m happy. Why ruin that?
Sure the day will come that you will move on, but that’s okay.
I think I’m prepared for that, doesn’t mean I’m giving up on you though.
Maybe one day it’ll happen, but if it doesn’t, that’s okay.
One day you might hear me say those 3 words, you might run, you might not and maybe you might just say them back; I don’t know, but that’s okay.
I’m happy now, thanks to you.
People don’t approve of us, but as long as I have you, I’ll be okay.

Murdering Love

You're painful, you hurt.
Its like you're holding a knife in front of you, each time we get closer, the knife sinks deeper into my heart, The closer you get the more it hurts, but the more it hurts, the more I want...
The wound gets deeper. Then you pull away, pull out the knife. Leaving me with blood-covered hands, holding a needle and thread, trying to stitch the pieces back together.

Why, Why, Why?

With a look she passed on that dreadful night,
A look of fear, pain and fright.
But there she lay on her stone cold bed,
As the sheets were pulled up over her head.

Her father weeps; her mother cries…3 small words…
Why? Why? Why?

She left late, off home to bed, the night was dark, the roads were wet.
She checked her phone, and what to see,
But 4 missed calls from hey beloved Daddy.

She calls him back without a wait,
“Don’t stay up, I’ll be home late”

With that she did what she had to do,
Her 4 last words, “I love you to”

Her father weeps; her mother cries…3 small words…
Why? Why? Why?

To quick she turned, she scrapped the pole, she closed her eyes, she lost control.

The car spun, her life flashed, the tyres screeched, the glass smashed.

That moment went so slow it seemed,
As she let out her final scream.

Her father weeps; her mother cries…3 small words…
Why? Why? Why?

The phone it rang, the time was 3,
Her mother thought, “Who must that be?”

The dreaded call to end it all,
Her mother screamed, the phone did fall.

The tears flowed, the body showed,
“Is this your daughter, yes or no?”

Her father weeps; her mother cries…3 small words…
Why? Why? Why?

Her friends, her lover, her family cry.
The time has come to say goodbye.

The hugs and flowers will never do,
To ease the pain that they’ve gone through.

Her father weeps; her mother cries…those 3 sad words

Why?
Why?
Why?

Fine lines...

Do you often find yourself treading on a fine line? On one side you know everything that can happen. You know that the only pain you feel happens initially as you cross the line in defeat. The other is the unknown side, which you know very well can, and often will end in heartbreak or disaster. 
It's the line between reality and chasing a dream; circling the mouth of what seems a bottomless pit. We step one way we are safe and stable ground… and the other, endless falling…not knowing when we will hit the bottom.

You find yourself making brainless decisions, falling in love to quickly, talking before you think. Pay no heed to the old cliché "look before you leap".

More often then not we disregard the opinion and advice of outsiders, and fall onto the unknown side of the line; and even though we know exactly what will happen as soon as we take that step, we continue down that trail of terror. 

Why? Why do we open ourselves up to anguish and misery; fighting for something that is never meant to be ours? It's like we label our hearts, "Insert knife and twist" and throw it out on a cold lonely street waiting for it to be stolen or crucified. Then wonder why we feel so fucking depressed. People say "Maybe you want to feel like this, maybe you like the pain". Why would anybody want to feel like this? What's to like about pain? It's brought nothing more than tears and heartbreak to the world. To feel like there is absolutely nothing in the world you want to live for, when everyday is just another breakdown, just one more Fucking nightmare after another. When the only smile you show is one in disarray of how fucked up your life has become… Hiding scars, hiding your twisted thoughts, trying to hide from memories that only make you cry. Lonely… cold… insecure… scared… helpless... lost. You find me someone who wants to feel like that…