Buckle up, it’s about to get real..

Buckle up, it's about to get real..

I think I’m losing you, but I will never regret choosing you. Because I am in love with you. And the ones around me convince me that I was the only person who was dumb enough to believe that you and I had hope. But now I know even after you began to let your emotions slow the only reason I stood alone was because I was the only one who believed our love had hope. Everyone wanted me to see that we could not thrive. If this is reality then I guess I’m not alive, because I don’t know a life in where I can’t make things right. You finally say goodbye and you won’t let me stand by your side, I’ll know that though some feelings are hurt, none will have died.

A picture is worth a thousand words or whatever people say to me. It’s hard to believe when your mind is lost and in need, and all you can picture is a memory inside of someone else’s sheets. A prayer that nothing will keep, a hope that light will seek before the dark sinks too deep. Or at least the sinking feeling inside of me will decrease when the release of perceived dreams burn in the flame of feeling free.

So feel free to be free if that’s what you need.

And if someday you feel alone and everything caves in when you try to breathe, know that you are not alone as far as I can see, because you were everything to me. Through this I have realized that if I were God we would have all just died, because darling you were mine and now I feel so dead inside.

And what good am I if all I can create is a projection of my own mind?

A dream of finding time to remind you that I’m still here and I’m not fine.

And if you’re going to leave just remember who you are, and do what you can to remember me.

Maybe someday we can talk about our past and we can talk about the weather. Whenever you leave I don’t care what I’m remembered for, I just want to be remembered. Because even if I failed you at least I tried, and maybe our lives don’t add up now but someday our graves will look the same when we both die.

And if I had a chance I’d give you one last kiss and I’d bite down on your lip and I’d try to puncture it so you’ll never forget that time, but you’ll always regret.

And I know sometimes life will take a turn for the worst, and sometimes life will even hurt. And I know some days, some days you’ll be afraid of the lessons you’ll have to learn and some days you’ll even feel burned.

I want to let you know that I want to love you through them.

But I always get what I deserve.

Author: CED

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