bittersweet.
emotions raving,
big guns being pulled out from every-where.
but now, whose heart is really in despair?
whose really wrong in this equation?
is it you for mixing two different substances together with yourself?
or is it me for holding on to someone else’s part?
it’s as if this bond can’t be broken apart.
you hurt my heart in the worst way,
& yet i still hold you down;
you kept me so high on this pedestal,
yet i still love you..
proving all adjectives,
because love is just a verb.. & there you ,
use to be the noun.
but my pride won’t allow me to surpass reality of what happened between you & me.
& here i am seeking someone else’s comfort.
it no longer feels the same,
the chemistry is no longer there.
it’s my heart that is now in despair.
a tug-of-love.
incompatible.
love un-done.
but i don’t want to start over with someone else,
although i have to know my worth.
because we’re way passed the infatuation phase.
i’m writing with the thick of love,
to describe how i envisioned this love..
but it seems like we always find a way to argue in every way.
but i’m torn because: it’s like,
if you really love someone, you hold on right? you overcome such obstacles & get through such burdens..
but when do u draw the line & know your worth?
although this love hurts, i still manage to put u first.
& when i think of you, it’s bittersweet - because all that’s left is the memories of you & me.
my pride won’t let me seek a new memory, so i begin to seek new things.
maybe we we’re just practice.
maybe we can’t let go because the thought of starting all over again with someone else is emotionally insane.
MAYBE, we trying to hold onto something that is better to be left alone,
maybe we are hurting ourself in the process of trying to make things right.
maybe that’s it - that was our over-due time.
it’s ashamed we didn’t keep it.
don’t you hate this part right here?
bittersweet. 143<3.
(Source: noothersadiee)
