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How Could You Love Him?
You say you "love" them.
How could you "love" them if you dont even know what love is.
Does it eat you at night?
When you realize how much you have hurt others by doing it?
Does it make you feel terrible?
When something happens to them and you cant do a single ---- thing to help them?
The way they kiss you isn't original.
I promise that
They grabbed my face before.
Just like they have with you
And they kissed me so deeply
I prayed every day i'd get sucked into a black hole
For it to never end
I hoped my lips would come out pinker than before
Like they always did when i bit them
Every dreak you have of their face
Does it bring thoughts?
Thoughts that are endless and you cant control them.
No matter how hard you try...
Can you describe to me the way their hair
...Their ---- hair...
How it falls in their face
Or can you tell people that when it does fall in their face
How you moved the hair away
Just to look into those baby blues?
Can you tell me in detail how they sleep?
With their head laying on yours
And their arms so tightly around you
That sometime you forget that the only movements between you two
Is just the single breaths you take
And you breath so lightly in fear that it'll wake them up
When they swear up and down that every time they close there eyes
They see you
Do you know what its like to be ripped away from someone you "love?''
Because i do
I know that the moment i was ripped away
With the hands of someone more powerful than I
They lost control
Because every thought of me killed them
Or so they told me
Have you ever thought that maybe they want you so bad
Is because your every movement copies mine
This is a story about being selfish
And not thinking about how others
Because all you saw was another one on your little list of lies
Do they know what it's like to hold you when you cry
Or how every tear is heavier is heavier than before
Because you know what's coming
...and you do too.
You warned them
And every time they said it wasn't going to happen
How could it happen if you hearts were super glued to a bulletin for the whole world to see?
They scream we are in this together
Do you understand the pieces that fell from my heart
When i had to find out the hard way
By walking past you and them sitting together in a hallway
Where more girls hearts have been broken
Than the brinks that make up the walls
You were laying so close to them in something that wasnt even yours
You dont see the flaws in your love
Everyone around you loved them, too
Your best friend
I do not use the word ''family'' lightly
Because if i did
It wouldnt mean a ---- thing
Maybe when you are ripped away
You will realize how i feel
And maybe you do love him
But i promise you that everyone around you knows your love for them is flawed
Because love doesnt shrink your world
It makes you see the farthest reaches of the desert
When you are so dehydrated
That you are hallucinating
Love makes you want to dance down an empty street when no one is watching
Love makes you wish you were sucked into a black hole...
Not inviting anyone else to your location
There is more i want to tell of my story
About hands and ears..
And even little tiny bears...
On fifty cent roses
But ill end with this
I do not feel like love is the way i would describe them anymore
Not to me
The word tolerate
I do not love them
Stay with them
And be "happy" with your "love"
And ill be happy with mine
But again i say nonregretfully
Have you ever been hurt?
How could you love
When you dont even know what love is...