HATE is easy ; LOVE takes courage.

diggydiggydopeshit:

I fucked her like she was nothing…she fucked me like I was something ,she fucked me like she loved me, I fucked her like she was just the next. Drugs wash all of my pain away, but really it’s just a long delay, Sex helps with my anger, that’s only because I still blame her. Blood flows from her wrist onto this bed that I just made, she wishes she was dead, I told her she already was. I didn’t believe her when she told me she loved me…and put no one else above me, only because she loved me is the reason I didn’t believe her, I need her, I’m dying, Fuck this life I’m sick of trying. I tired writing a suicide note the other day…I couldn’t think of the right things to say, I’ll try another day, same thing day by day. The 90’s were better, I used to watch Cinderella in this dark room, I was doomed with joy but now joy is just a word that I don’t recall meaning of, like love but in a dark place where my heart still races and my mind is still processing the fact she isn’t mine. Without you there’s no purpose, I’m not perfect but I’m worth it. In 4 years I’ll be dead or still wishing that I was dead, not alive, so far gone from alive, I’m alive when I am with you so that means that I’m dead. Resurrect me, be with me and I’ll make you happy, I promise, I’ll kill myself before I ever make you upset again , I promise. The key to heart? Nobody had it; it’s in a white box under my bed, I want you to have it but I know you don’t want it, apparently you the spare but I don’t care, take the Original so that our love will be considered original, un-original we are if we are apart, like I said before… we are state of the art, forever you have my heart rather you decide to keep it not, one day I hope that we can tie the knot…

You know what’s great about being young? One, you’re not old as fuck yet. Two, you can still become whoever you want to become. Three, you can fall in love and then two months later realize that it wasn’t love at all. And four, how fucking reckless you can be.
Josh Franceschi (via forgivethelost)

(Source: wetsuiton)

Can you hear my love?

diggydiggydopeshit:

Listen to my heart cry for the love that is not given.

The loudness of my mind thinking about you got me falling to my knees.

Can you hear God blessing us?

Listen to the sweetness of life.

The way the music rolls off the winds.

Can you hear my word?

Listen to the way i hold you && tell you I love you.

The way i move to fighting for your love.

Can you hear me smiling?

Listen to my teeth join together.

The way my mouth moves to say I love you.

Can you hear my legs?

Listen to them as they walk threw the gates of heaven.

The way they run to love.

Can you hear my arms?

Listen to them hold you and never let go.

The way they open to let you in.

Listen to these words that never end.

I love you.