I'm sure you've met them. They say they’ll put you back together while they’re tearing everything apart. And they use the type of lips you can taste for years.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
The Stranger In Waiting
I'm sure you've met them. They say they’ll put you back together while they’re tearing everything apart. And they use the type of lips you can taste for years.
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I remember this photo, only there was no girl before.
Amazing. Love it.
yes...she has happened to me. And she showed me who i was.
you are a beauty
just go.. dont wait any longer. don't hurt us all. find ur serendipity.
I've been in the same situation. I fell for those words, those promises. And right now, I am trying to move on. It's only been a week and he's with someone else. I wish I could just forget and not feel anything anymore.
yes. i knew this boy. and he was such a beautiful stranger.
but when he wasn't a stranger to me anymore, he was a liar.
now i hate the taste of his lips.
the hardest part is knowing i can't regret having met him. his lies and infidelity have made me who i am.
why do we have to meet this kind of people, putting you in a pedestal then pushing you to fall, all limbs bruised and broken. they are etching their marks in our very soul, breaking you, tearing you apart, leaving you half dead. because of them, i learned how to hate...
I don't regret meeting you. You are the reason I am here today.
I do, however, regret believing the things you said to me.
Now, I'm still hung up on you when I shouldn't be.
Now, you're with him. And you are oblivious to everything.
Why can't I hate you? Even just a little bit...
This quote hits me a lot. Even though he does not really show how much he cares, it is hard to let him go..
ah. i wish i could tear him apart in return.
The great epochs of life come
when we gain the courage
to re-christen our evil
as what is best in us.
- Friedrich Nietzsche
I'm one of them.
Sometime I regret but sometimes I am so thankful...
I was never lucky enough to taste the lips. There's much to be desired in certain masochism, whether we'd like to admit it or not.
I am one of these people. Trying to find redemption for all of the hearts I have hurt is proving to be one of the hardest things I've ever done.
This particular post was able to get me to cut ties with a person who I was truly falling for. Since he was playing with my emotions, not to mention ignoring me I realized that this was not a healthy relationship and not a person I wanted to be romantically involved with.
Today, I actually had the guts to tell him to pretend that I do not exist. I told him to delete me from his phone, facebook, et cetera, as I had done the same.
I remember the last thing I said to him, and I do not think him or I will ever forget it. "Goodbye Stranger"
Thank you for this amazing post; sometimes you just have to realize not everything is worth your time.
Some people make better strangers than friends.
I have nothing to add, you said it all:
"Anonymous said...
yes. i knew this boy. and he was such a beautiful stranger.
but when he wasn't a stranger to me anymore, he was a liar.
now i hate the taste of his lips."
holy shit.
I come back to this entry a lot, because it is so true. I always fall for this type of guy. Always. I should know better by now, but I can't help it.
you're awesome. great poetry in mind. touching, sweet and real. i love every words you throw. keep up the good job ^^
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