(Source: bombasspussy)

I remember not too long ago
The sweetness we used to share
The laughs the times the memories
Th overwhelming love I couldn’t bare.
All those lovely days we spent together
That I miss with my whole heart
The times we used to have, made up for all those times we’ve been apart.
I still long for what we used to be.
Remaining envious of the past,
And I honestly did try hard for us
Carrying on and trying to last.
Distance took away a special thing,
Seperating feelings far away
The miles stretched between us
Had led our love astray.

(Source: intoabrokenmirror)

How do you just leave someone? Someone you said you loved so much. Promised the world to them. Said you would be there with them through thick and thin. You find out they have a problem and you drop them. Say horrible things about them as if they never meant a thing to you. I know that no matter how bad a person fucks up, if you truly fucking loved them like you said you did, your feelings would not change. Because once you love someone, you always love them. It’s a feeling that just unfortunately never goes away. So if you can trot around on your high horse with my name and my problem coming out of your mouth like I never meant a thing to you, then I’m truly at a loss for words. Trust me, actually believe me when I say I would like nothing more then to forget about you and hate you just as much as you hate me. But I can’t. I think about you every day. I miss you. I love you. But if you ever came back, I’d stab you in the heart harder then you stabbed me. And I will walk away without taking another glance at your pathetic attempt to ruin me, again. Because you dropping me, made me drop everyone. I know who I have, I have myself. It’s all I need. All I will ever need.

(Source: coniuncta)

It’s not fair. It’s really not fucking fair. My Dad died when I was six. I never got a real impression of him, who he was or how he acted. I never got to make a real fathers day card, be able to see my caller ID say ‘Dad’ when my phone is ringing, or sit with him at dinner. I never got the chance to walk downstairs and see him watching t.v in the living room, or have him teach me how to ride a bike. I’ll never be able to look to him for advise, or have him walk me down the isle, or be able to make him a grandfather. That is why I hate, absolutely hate, when people talk down about their parents. You’re lucky if you have one parent, like me. But you’re extremely lucky if you have two. One of them can be gone in a second, just as mine was, before you even get the chance to blink. Do NOT take them for granted, even for a second. Most of you can walk out of your room and be able to see your dad. I can’t. I need to drive my forgotten ass to a cemetery just to visit him. And it’s not even him, not completely. It’s not the same. Appreciate who you have, because one day, you’ll be sitting right next to me mourning the loss of someone you could have shown true love to. You will regret everything, just as I do now.

You said you were the highest
And I believed what you said
I thought you were above that
but now you’re dead.
You used to have a family
a gorgeous house and a car
You used to have it all
now your home is a graveyard.
I was six when you died
and I didn’t have a clue
I didn’t know you were gone
or that I wouldn’t see you.
You said you’d never go
Said you were higher then the stars
I remember you in your rocking chair
puffing on your cigars.
I remember when I was little
before I had a clue
you said that you would never
let someone walk all over you.
But now that you’re gone
And I haven’t seen your face
Maybe I’m going crazy
But I think you’re in the right place.
Now that you’re six feet under
people ARE walking above you
I wish you stopped the drugs
I wish I was old enough to help you.

The door is locked,
Cigarette smoke fills the room.
The air is lightly scented,
with a floral perfume.
The sheets are tangled,
where we once slept.
and the pillows are damp,
from where I just wept.
Empty wine bottles,
scatter the floor.
even though I couldn’t,
possibly drink anymore.
And there are memories,
plastered all over my head.
Of the things we once were,
the lives we once led.
Even on a lonely night,
When I have nothing to do.
I’ll still sleep by myself,
because it’s better then you.