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‘Tears sprinted down my face, but the thought in my mind was just another fantasy. Until he rounded the street corner and my wall of war debates, melted to reality. He was in one of those jeeps you always see in the movies picking up your loved ones on the way to the fighting grounds for the battle. But this was no movie, no dream I could shake off, no fear I could push away. This wasn’t something that would ever be left behind. I called out to him. All my soul in my throat, as I yelled with all my might. Knowing half of that strength would have mastered a big enough cry for his attention. But there was no way to control myself now. I pleaded with my feet to slow down as they criss crossed through the crowd in my mind, telling to shut down and let him go. But the sensation of emotion bouncing all through me, took out those feelings with a baseball bat and a loaded gun.
His frame stood through the skylight, and straight ahead. His expression shifting with every breath of the truck, running with his heartbeat. At the sound of my voice his neck quickly tilted and his head turned. To my surprise in one quick move he leaped off the veacle and to my tumbling bodie’s aid. He put his hands on my shoulders and I wrapped my arms around him, and he moved his hands down and around me, we stood there in each other’s care. Embracing his hug, aware of his ability to be our last. I pulled away slightly to look into his (...)
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Tears pour down my face like from an unearthy powerful waterfall. I tried to grip something for support mentally and physical, but nothing can keep me up and give me strength. My thoughts wonder a different time in my life, and then to another, but in each landscape, you are the centerpiece. A questions hovers above the rest, "What happened?" I look at what had once been and my world fades and my head pounds and my stomaching is crawling un scraping pain. "No one is to blame but yourself," I tell myself. The beautiful pictures of what once was carry me through a wonderland of remembrance for I time I wish it still was. My heart screeches and regreats sire. What once was is lost forever. I try to hold myself together, but there is no use, I am falling apart. I try to remember nothing good lasts forever, but that saying doesn't cut it this time. I loved you, I miss you, I yearn for you every hour, every second of the time, and I could lose myself in your arms again and again. If only you knew how much I need you, if only you knew the slightesy bit of how much you mean to me. You know you mean a great deal to me, but what you know is only the peak of the icebrug to what you really are to my being. I long so heartedly for you to see the difference between opening your heart and excepting for it to come natural. I was scared to get hurt, but I never knew that losing you wouldd hurt most of all. I didn't give you my all, and I wonder (...)
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The wheel of time spins, spins
to the beat of our heart or to the rays of the sun. How in reality it spins is a question that
may never be answered. Like a Ferris
wheel that breaks down by surprise you don’t know when the wheels in your life
are going to break down and stop turning.
I myself wonder these questions when I lay in my bed at night, crying
over a guy who decided he didn’t love me and he didn’t want to care about me
like he promised, splitting all my hopes and dreams into irreversible pieces. I still yearn to go down into a cliff and live
there for the rest of my life, away from the outside world, hidden from
letdowns and excluded from chances of mistrust.
Stop you beg of this wheel, it
spins and as it does it is taking your life away. The yarn can only hold so much memory so you
lose the moments you try to grasp onto the dearest in your heart and in your
dear thoughts. Please take me beg, you
beg of the past, but the past is a cruel power and gives no exceptions to
life. Won’t bring back a far off friend,
in heave up above, won’t return the times you spend with the one you know you
love, it goes unsaid everything in my head.
I want to show up in a time machine and forget any doubt in my head.
FIX MY MISTAKES, because they
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Forever
Forever is a word we often use, for friendships and
lovers, that we believe to be true. It’s
simple to think something amazing is never going to disintegrate. To look at the ones you love and think they
are never going to disappear. Good times
roll by with friendships and love.
Saying forever is a way to lose the fear. A way to keep the smiles alive and the
laughter from turning hallow. A never
ending sense that the happy times are gold and treasures. Forever is a noun one cannot live without.
When you fall down you think there is always going to
be someone to catch you before you hit the ground and witness it all
vanish. You watch speechless and afraid
as the ones you love walk away.
The one who promised he would always be here, no
longer cares. Someone whom you trust the
most and has said he loved you, no longer will take the time to care! Now you can barely stand, you have lost him
for a while and surprisenly have felt the weight stat to lift bit by bit. Things change and you are afraid of what will
twist next. Painfully words are
darkening your bruises. Ruining your
passion of destiny and fate. He no
longer loves you and now there is somebody new.
Quickly (...)
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When it really sunk in that Josh and I were over, I went through each day wondering how I was still standing without him and his love and I felt total like giving up eahc day, for a while the only thing holding me up at all, was the hope he would come back, say he made a mistake and most of all tell me he still loves me, but that was first loved for January 20, 2012, the day it all ended, for a while it got a lot worse before it started to get better. Him loiving someone now more then he ever loved me has sent me back, but as mcuh as this hurts, I know losing everything him and I were way back soon after Christmas was a while lot worse. When I first lost his hands in mine, his hugs, his "I love you"s, his protectiveness and jealous face, his shoulder to lay my head on, my calls for him, the slow dances,, the chair being saved beside him, the door being held for me, the cheek for me to kiss, the talk of our first kiss, the title of his girlfriend and so much more, it is so mcuh worse then him getting a new girlfriend and being all the things I wanted him to be when he was my boyfriend to me, but he never did to her, like talking all the time about her, always calling her and not caring about the time limit, talking to her just for hours, saying he loved her, and asking all the tiem to come over when he never wanted to come to my house, saying she's the one and he wants to marry her and making funny sick faces about her, it's alike the dream boy, and I (...)
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