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acupofkeen:

If I had kept the same thoughts I had about love, I’d still be wearing my heart on my sleeve instead of on my hands, because when you told me that I was a goddess dressed in too loose jeans, and too baggy shirts, I wanted to hold back laughter with clenched fists because you looked at the physical aspect of me instead of getting to know what was underneath the skin.
You thought the fire in my eyes was passion of how I still longed for you, but they were embers of the love you gave me that I wanted to burn. I wanted to take all that’s left of the promises and memories you scattered on the floor with you and throw it down the Niagara Falls, down where I can no longer recall you as you walked out that night on a chilly December, I don’t even remember the full detail but I do remember how my heart got caught in my chest and I wanted to run until I couldn’t feel the ground anymore.
If I had kept my old thoughts about love, so naive and pure, and how I wanted to be your Juliet, I keep forgetting the fact that she died waiting for you to make things right, and that is tragic, we are a tragedy in our own right, and I can’t keep drinking the poison knowing you wouldn’t be waiting on the other side with open arms, this isn’t a damn fairy tale and I no longer keep my old thoughts about love because I am tired of being so silly, and so silly I was when I did wait for you to make it right.
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acupofkeen:

If I had kept the same thoughts I had about love, I’d still be wearing my heart on my sleeve instead of on my hands, because when you told me that I was a goddess dressed in too loose jeans, and too baggy shirts, I wanted to hold back laughter with clenched fists because you looked at the physical aspect of me instead of getting to know what was underneath the skin.

You thought the fire in my eyes was passion of how I still longed for you, but they were embers of the love you gave me that I wanted to burn. I wanted to take all that’s left of the promises and memories you scattered on the floor with you and throw it down the Niagara Falls, down where I can no longer recall you as you walked out that night on a chilly December, I don’t even remember the full detail but I do remember how my heart got caught in my chest and I wanted to run until I couldn’t feel the ground anymore.

If I had kept my old thoughts about love, so naive and pure, and how I wanted to be your Juliet, I keep forgetting the fact that she died waiting for you to make things right, and that is tragic, we are a tragedy in our own right, and I can’t keep drinking the poison knowing you wouldn’t be waiting on the other side with open arms, this isn’t a damn fairy tale and I no longer keep my old thoughts about love because I am tired of being so silly, and so silly I was when I did wait for you to make it right.

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