Do you ever get tired of it? Sick of waiting for life to happen to you.
“when is it my turn to be happy?”
Answer: It is your turn when you realise, when you really and truly accept that, you, my dear are not exceptional.
Happiness will come when you stop waiting for great things to happen in your life, and you start making them happen.
No excuses. Make your time on this blessed earth the best time of your life. Because in case you haven’t realised, you only live once.
Find joy in every breath. Seek happiness in freedom. Never let another person steal your joy. Rely on the sun rising and setting every glorious day that you are gifted with precious life and always, always remember you are so incredibly lucky to be alive.
Thank god for today.
Because tomorrow might not exist.
you held her hand. You held her hand and wondered happily home, to a bed where we had layed days before. To the place you promised to be mine.
You gave her my hand.
you gave her my lips. You had promised them to me and you gave them away.
The absolute worst part is, you gave her my lips.
The worst part is, it still hurts.
It seems to be so long ago now. We were in the car. My gut wrenched at the thought of your answer to a question i barely needed to ask. Your face, their giggles. It said it all.
“it was me”
Definitely not the three words every girl hopes for. I already knew, really. But for some absurd reason i imagined hearing it would some how validate my paranoia.
I said nothing. You drove me home and i left without a fuss. I left without a word and to this day it will haunt me. I should have yelled. I should have made you feel as bad as i did. You lied. You broke your promise. And for what? To this day my love you still hold no answer. I went inside and cried, for longer than im proud of. You made me feel worthless, and didn’t even have the dignity to tell me before everyone knew.
Alcohol rushed through your venis, your heart pumped faster as you were intoxicated by the night. Darkness takes a hold of people, they touch and caress with the beats of the music. the sweat in the air creates a sexual tension like nothing you’ve ever experienced, and before you know it my face is gone from your mind. Replaced with vodka and lust. Promises mean nothing and my heart is but a speck of dust on the ground. To you i am nothing and she is your moment.
I ask you was she worth it. This.
Sometimes i swear you don’t even know.
