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I detest loving you!
Contributed by
CommasCanSeperate
on
Monday, 12th September 2011 @ 02:20:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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I hope one day you read this
Not that you ever thought twice about me
Not that you understand how hard it is every day
With you and your turmoil trying to escape and be free.
Youre in my mind every day
My actions and my imagination
You make me worry, think three times again
I pray for some vacation.
A day when I dont think about you
And what we could have become
Why did you tell me all that lovely plastic rubbish
Were we ever actually even nearly one.
I hate how you can walk through Glasgow
not think about times we had
And drive past me house
Not even be remorseful or sad.
I have to lie in a bed every day
With the memory of you still clear
It keeps me awake, I just want to be held
And you wouldnt even care.
You lie all the time, you always do
You tell me things but your actions are loud
So I wish you just damn tell me straight
and dont be such a coward.
If you really missed me you be here
If you missed us youd want me back
If you missed holding me, and just being close
Then we wouldnt be this far apart.
Sometimes I wish you were dead
Sometimes I wish youd just die
Because then I wouldnt have to think about you
And I could live my life.
. . . but I lie too.
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Re: I detest loving you!
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by FlintHunter on
Monday, 12th September 2011 @ 03:57:39 PM AEST
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I detest loving you!
Despite the deeper message of love and pain -- there is an air above which flies in the face of even your own expressions of need. And from the beginning to the end -- to me -- it seems a joyride -- so strange to say because I know that's not what it's about -- but still... I wish I could suggest a possible strategy for you two -- but far be it from me to think I know anything; yet why this nagging suspicion that you two are...well... regardless, you told the tale with pizzazz and it somehow rushed like a river after the rain. --flinthunter |
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