toi never know what toi have until toi lose it, and once toi lose it, toi can never get it back.
My cœur, coeur was taken par you... broken par you... and now it is in pieces because of you.
l’amour is like falling down... in the end you're left hurt, scarred, and with a memory of it forever.
You're the one who broke my heart, you're the reason my world fell apart, you're the one who made me cry, yet I'm still in l’amour with toi and I don't know why.
A million words would not bring toi back, I know because I've tried, neither would a million tears, I know I've cried.
Wanting him is hard to forget, loving him is hard to regret, losing him is hard to accept, but even with all the hurt I've felt, letting go is the most painful yet.
Sometimes the memories are worth the pain.
Sometime toi just have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears and say good-bye.
For a few minutes toi made me feel as though I actually meant something to someone.
We are afraid to care to much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.
People think it is holding on that makes toi stronger, but sometimes it's letting go.
I made a choice to finally let go, because I can't stand the pain, it's time for my last tear to fall and smile again.
I cried today... not because I miss you... ou even wanted you... but because I realized I'm gonna be all right without you.
I wish he meant it when he kissed me cause then I could look back and see someone who loved me but I can only go back and see someone who used me.
toi always say toi hate to see me hurt, and toi hate to see me cry. So all those times that toi hurt me, did toi close your eyes?
Sad isn't it? How no matter what toi do ou say to me... when toi come running back... when toi need me again... I'll be here... right here waiting for you, I'll take toi back... no questions asked. Sad isn't it?
So... from now on... when toi think of me... just remember that I could've been the best thing toi ever had.
Why did I break up with him? Well ,it's like, once I sat down and looked at the situation, all the pieces lying on the floor, it just wasn't a puzzle anymore. None of the pieces fit together. And even if I tried really hard, the pieces, well they were two different puzzles. That's why I did it, he needs to understand that.
toi hurt me plus then I deserve, how can toi be so cruel? I l’amour toi plus then toi deserve, why am I such a fool?
toi asked me what was wrong, I smiled and a dit nothing, when toi turned around and a tear came down and I whispered to myself... everything is.
toi wonder why I don't talk to toi anymore and please believe me when I say it's not that I don't want to, it's just that everything I want to say I can't tell toi anymore.
I don't know which I would rather believe... that toi never did care ou that toi eventually stopped.
Hold my hand, just one plus time, so I can remind myself why it is that I can't get over you.
I think its time I let toi go... and that is hard to do because part of me will be in l’amour with toi for the rest of my life.
While I was holding on all toi did was let go.
Sometimes it's better to be alone. No one can hurt toi that way.
I just wonder how many people never get the one they want, but end up with the one they're supposed to have.
The hardest thing about growing up is that toi have to do what is right for toi even if it means breaking someone's heart. Including your own.
All I'm asking for is one night together. Just toi and me. All alone. And if toi can honestly say toi don't feel anything for me after that night, I will finally let toi go.
Sometimes all toi need is a broken cœur, coeur to realize that something even better is right in front of our eyes, just waiting to be found.
Of course, you're going to get your cœur, coeur broken. And it isn't just going to happen once, but a lot. That's just part of growing up, and it makes toi stronger. Then toi can handle it better suivant time. toi may not get through it yourself, but your Friends will help toi through it. And you'll be a stronger person because of it. Then one jour someone will come along, and it'll all pay off and no one will ever break your cœur, coeur again.
No one can promise they'll never hurt toi because at one time ou another, it will happen. The real promise is if the time toi spend together will be worth the pain in the end.
The worst feeling in the world is knowing you've been used and lied to.
Frustrated because I can't tell if it's real. Mad because I don't know how toi feel. Upset because we can't make it right. Sad because I need toi jour and night. Angry because toi won't take my hand. Aggravated because toi don't understand. Disappointed because we can't be together, but still I'll l’amour toi forever.
Maybe they are right. Maybe I did get my hopes up too high. Maybe I was in over my head. Maybe I am the stupid one for ever thinking that toi loved me, but maybe, just maybe, I am tired of being alone.
Every time I see him all cool, calm and collected, I lose my breath, my cœur, coeur starts pounding, and I am painfully aware that I am not over him and he is over me.
I don't know which is worse, being the one with the broken cœur, coeur ou being the person that breaks the hearts.
It's not that we aren't meant to be together, I think that we're just not ready for forever.
toi always have an out. An exit strategy to make sure toi don't get hurt. toi always walk always. toi walk away before they can walk away from you.
Today was just one of those days where everything I did reminded me of toi and every song I heard somehow related to you. I hate days like today, because they remind me of the one thing I dont have.
There were reasons we met, reasons for the good times and reasons for the bad times, and most importantly a reason to end. We have plus to learn, plus to experience and plus loving to do in this lifetime.
Somehow I know we'll meet again, not quite sure where and not sure when, your in my cœur, coeur so until then good-bye.
Broken cœur, coeur again. Another lesson learned. Better know your friends. ou toi will get burned.
This time it's over I'm keeping my heart, I'm gonna be strong and not fall apart... it'll get better, I'll no longer cry... in a couple of weeks I won't want to die, I won't want to go back. I'll be able to sleep, it won't hurt so bad and it won't hurt so deep!
I would like to thank you, for montrer me a part of myself that I have never seen. Yeah we were young and dumb, but it still was fun and I guess these things just tend to fall apart and I hope toi feel the same.
Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow; we must fail in order to know. Sometimes our vision only clears after our eyes are washed away with tears.
I know I'm not completely over him. He still crosses my mind several times a day, but with each one of those times, a feeling of contempt also passes through my heart. Maybe if this happens enough, my cœur, coeur will become completely hardened to him, and I'll get to the point where he doesn't affect me anymore.---Beth_Lynn_14
Walk accueil drowning these memories in the rain biting my lip to transfer this pain, your gone and I'm still going through withdrawals, suivant time around I'll build a stronger wall.
I'm afraid to give toi my all, I'm afraid to l’amour toi completely. What if behind your beautiful face and kind words toi are just bribing me. Maybe toi are just reeling me in until toi turn around and drop me. I'd fall so far and never be able to recover, I wish I could see the ending sometimes. I would know if I should hold on to toi and keep going ou just let it all end before I get up too high.--- samrushing
I'm going to stay with toi because toi need a friend, but thats all I'm going to be. No plus sex, no plus hands in places they shouldn't be, no plus giving toi my cœur, coeur so toi can stamp all over it.
I miss all the little things. Like him driving with his hand resting on my knee and the way we'd share a big gooey ice cream. But I especially miss the hot nights in those motel rooms when he was all around me, the taste, and the scent and the feel of him. And I'd fall asleep in his arms, with the sound of his heartbeat being the last thing I heard before going to sleep. I ache with longing.
toi and me are inevitable, you're all that makes me happy but if toi break my cœur, coeur again, I'll kill you.
l’amour hurts. I say that because I know. l’amour is... ou was amazing. It's an incredible feeling to know what he's going to say. It's plus incredible the way he has me on the edge of my siège because he's so completely random, I never know what's coming next. It's hard to explain, but he filled some void in me, and now, without him, I'm missing something again. I wonder if it will ever truly, whole heartedly be filled again. I just don't want to know what it's like to hurt any more...
I've been laying here all night, listening to the rain. Talking to my cœur, coeur and trying to explain. Why sometimes I catch myself wondering what might have been. Yes I do think about you, every now and then.
I'm not afraid of heights, I'm afraid of falling. I'm not scared of the dark, I'm scared of what's in it. I'm not afraid of love, I'm afraid of not being loved back.
In this weird twisted way, I know toi miss me liking you, not because I want to believe it's true, but because you'll never find a girl that can put up with toi like I did; you'll never find a girl who will care as much as I did, because no one will waste all there l’amour on someone like you, like I did.
I didn't ask for it to be over, but then again, I didn't ask for it to begin. For that's the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely par chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunsets.
I wish I saved all the tears I cried for toi so I could fucking drown toi in them.
I tried to hold onto what we had, but toi didn't even make an effort. toi lied toi cheated and left me to cry all alone once again. And when I return looking plus beautiful and confident than ever before all I want toi to realize is what toi had and what toi will never have again. --- birdie565
It's amazing after all we've been through the good times and the bad how we can walk past each other and pretend like it never happened give each other an awkward smile and déplacer on.
Perhaps I saw what I wanted to see in him and made him to be plus than he was.
The tough thing about following toi cœur, coeur is that people forget to mention that sometimes the cœur, coeur takes toi to places toi shouldn't be. Places that are scary as they are exciting and as dangerous as they are alluring. Sometimes your cœur, coeur cannot take toi to places that lead to happy ending. That's not even the difficult part; the difficult part is when toi follow your heart, toi leave normal; toi go into the unknown and once toi do toi can never go back.
Am I mad at you? That's your main concern after shattering my whole world? Mad for what? Breaking my heart? ou for all the lies? Maybe for letting me put all my trust in toi only to be betrayed? How about the fact toi didn't even have the decency to tell me to my face? ou the way toi think it's crazy that I'm crying over it cause to toi breaking up is no big deal. Am I mad at you?... no. plus like crushed... did I ever really know you?
It's really painful to say goodbye to someone that toi don't want to let go but its even plus painful to ask someone to stay if they never wanted to stay.
In l’amour toi find the oddest combinations; materialistic people find themselves in l’amour with idealists; clingers fall in l’amour with players; homebodies capture and try to smother butterflies. It it wasn't so serious we could laugh at it.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mending whole was good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
A sad thing in life is when toi meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and toi just have to let go.
toi didn't intentionally break my heart, toi even a dit toi were sorry, but I cried anyway... I know the truth that you're to scared to admit, you're with her, but when toi look at me, toi can't even remember her name...
I'm so paranoid of getting hurt. I am always getting my cœur, coeur broken over and over. My cœur, coeur has so many scars and bruises all over it. I don't know how much just one cœur, coeur can
take really, and I don't really want to find out either.
l’amour is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on toi with a miniature machine gun.
After a while, toi learn the difference between holding a hand, and falling in love. You'll learn kisses don't always mean something. Promises can be broken just as easily as they were made, and as hard as it is to believe, sometimes goodbyes are forever.
Life doesn't hurt until toi have time to yourself to think about how things have changed, who you've Lost along the way, and how much of it is your fault.
Let me ruin your life, let me break your heart, then I'll ask toi why we can't be friends. Let me rip your world into little pieces, let me destroy who toi thought toi were, and then I'll ask if we can be friends.
I just want someone to come up to me and Kiss me and tell me that they're in l’amour with me. I don't just want it though. I need it. I'm desperate for it.
It's like once you've been hurt, you're so scared to get attached again. toi have this fear that every person toi start to fall for, is just going to break your cœur, coeur again.
If toi don't l’amour me at my worst then toi don't deserve me at my best.
Just let me ask toi something...if I happen to walk out of this room right now and never come back, and just forget everything and leave it all behind would toi be okay with that? Because I have 5 steps til I close this door and toi have 5 secondes to make up your mind...starting now...
Make me stay. Say something sweet and tender and untrue and make me stay.
The hardest thing about knowing toi don't l’amour me
is that toi spent so much time pretending that toi did.
Like being in l’amour there must be a corresponding painful side like losing in love, it's just a fact of life. --- Daria
If I asked him, would he even know the color of my eyes?
There's only one "reason" a man dumps you; he doesn't want you.
toi really know toi l’amour someone when all toi want is for them to be happy, even if that means that toi are not a part of it.
It's not my fault if I can't help looking at you. It's not my fault if I can't stop calling you. It's not my fault I do like you. My only mistake was to fall to much in l’amour with you.
Sometimes - no matter how long, ou how much toi l’amour someone, they will never l’amour toi back and somehow toi have to learn to be okay with that.
If your gonna make me cry, at least be there to wipe away the tears.
I'm holding on to something that used to be there hoping it will come back, knowing it won't.
I want toi to know that toi will never find another girl that will put up with as much crap as I do and enjoy it. toi will never find another girl that will put up with toi and l’amour toi the way I do. Just so toi know.
There's always that one special person that no matter what they do to you, toi just cant let them go.
At first, I cried because I didn't have toi why do I still cry now that I do?
How could toi make me l’amour toi and then not be there to l’amour me back?
I sit here and think about everything that happened this past week and not a single tear runs down my cheek. Maybe its because I'm too hurt to cry, ou maybe I'm just to mad at you.
Maybe just maybe its my hearts way of telling me this isn't over yet.
What do toi do when the only person who can stop your tears is the one making toi cry.
I'd like to think I'll be happy again, but I really need to just stop and cry now, and sometimes I wish I could just scream at you, and montrer toi what toi do to me.
And even though toi lied, and even though toi pretended to care I can't seem to get toi out of my mind and even though it seems like I should be over you, with every tear that falls, it reminds me of how much I am still in l’amour with you.
Have toi ever hated somebody so much that toi wish they would just leave and never come back but yet, loved them so much, toi knew youd die if they did?
I've been through this pain before I've even cried these tears before but to get toi back, I'd go through so much more.
I'm going to smile like nothings wrong, talk like everythings perfect, act like its just a dream and pretend that he's not hurting me.
The truth of the matter is, I still have feelings for you. And no matter how many times I tell myself that I'm better off with out you, a part of me just won't let go.
I know I made a lot of stupid mistakes in my life, but the worst one was thinking the person who hurt me the most wouldn't hurt me again.
I feel like I am sitting in a room full of people that I love, and toi know what, they just don't care that I l’amour them. They don't care whether ou not I live ou die. To them I'm just another girl, just another stranger. To me, they are my best friends, the only people I have left.
I'm scared to fall in love, scared to fall fast, because every time I fall in love, it never seems to last.
You're the reason I live and the reason I die, you're the reason
I smile yet break down and cry, you're the reason I keep going and the reason I fall, cause without toi in my life I'm nothing at all.
I have waited for toi for 2 years and I will wait for toi for the rest of my life. Even if that means I have to give toi up for the rest of my life, I will wait for you. I l’amour toi that much and nothing will ever change that.
I'm gonna smile, because I wanna make toi happy, laugh, so toi won't see me cry. I'm gonna let toi go in style, and even if it kills me, I'm gonna smile.
Love? It's kind of complicated, but I'll tell toi this the seconde you're willing to make yourself miserable to make someone else happy, that's l’amour right there.
toi fuck me, then stub me. toi l’amour me, toi hate me. toi montrer me a sensitive side, then toi turn into a total asshole. Is this a pretty accurate description of our relationship. (This was just how me and my now ex boyfriend were.)
toi asked me what was wrong, I smiled and a dit nothing, when toi turned around and a tear came down and I whispered to myself everything is.
I am in l’amour with the man I can't have and I have the man I can't love.
I would have followed him to hell if he asked me to and with all he put me through, maybe I did.
I used to think that if I loved toi enough toi would realize it and l’amour me back, but I can only l’amour so much for so long.
Do I really l’amour him ou am I addicted to the pain of wanting something I can't have.
I l’amour toi yet I hate toi its like I want to throw toi off a cliff and then run really fast to the bottom and catch you. (this is me and my friend Kevin)
I don't know which is worse, keeping your l’amour for someone a secret ou telling them and risk being rejected.
I don't know which is worse, loving someone knowing its going to cause toi pain ou being in pain because toi can't love
someone.
It hurts to realize that them people toi thought you'd l’amour for life don't l’amour toi as much as toi thought they did and can do without toi as if they never knew toi at all.
It seems to me that the harder I try the harder I fall.
Ever notice that the people who hurt toi the most are the ones toi tend to l’amour more.
It's funny the way toi can get use to the tears and the pain.
No plus crying, I can't cry anymore. Don't take my hand this time. Just go please and don't look back, because I know if toi did, I'd come running back to toi and I can't do that.
I'm glad you're happy. I can't say that I'm completely happy for toi but I guess that's just a part of life, I'll always have feelings for toi but the rest of the world is forcing me to déplacer on.
I would rather leave now still loving toi then to leave later hating you.
I hate the way I could never hate you.
I want to cry, I really do, but I guess I just don't want to give toi the satisfaction of knowing that toi hurt me once again.
I remember when I still believed the things toi said.
toi can't just cling on to something because it's familiar.
Difficult ou easy, pleasant ou bitter, toi are the same you; I cannot live, with ou without you.
This time its over I'm keeping my heart, I'm gonna be strong and not fall apart it'll get better, I'll no longer cryin a couple of weeks I won't want to die, I won't want to go back. I'll be able to sleep, it won't hurt so bad and it won't hurt so deep!
It hurts to see someone toi l’amour ignoring you, it also hurts to see that he doesn't feel your love. But it hurts even plus to
know that he loves toi too, and just doesn't want toi to know.
l’amour is when someone hurts you. And toi get so mad but toi don't yell at them because toi know it would hurt their feelings.
I'd rather be your lover then your friend, but I'd rather be your friend then your nobody.
I've convinced everyone else that I don't like toi and that I don't l’amour toi anymore. Now all I need to do is convince myself.
To let go of someone doesn't mean toi have to stop loving, it only means that toi allow that person to find his own happiness without expecting him to come back.
I know toi never meant to do everything toi put me through its okay I forgive you.
I never regretted telling toi I liked you, I only regretted never hearing what toi really thought of me.
toi make it really hard to l’amour toi sometimes.
Each déplacer I made in his direction just seemed to pave my way faster to hell.
If toi l’amour me as much as toi say toi do then you'll leave.
If toi think you've found that one that toi really love... make sure they l’amour toi back.
Don't hate me. Don't regret me. Don't even forget me.
Wherever toi go, whatever toi do, don't say I never loved you.
It's hard to l’amour someone who's in l’amour with someone else, toi have to ignore the pain and avaler, hirondelle your pride. Just to be a friend... but that's all worth it because sometimes friendship last longer than love.
I haven't been around but that doesn't mean I stopped loving you.
I never stopped loving you. Even when I was jouer la comédie crazy, I loved you. I've tried to montrer toi in a million ways but nothing ever got through.
I cut to prove to toi that toi are not the only one that can hurt me.
To me, l’amour is having your head tell toi to slap him but all toi wanna do is look into his eyes and smile.
I wish I saved all the tears I cried for toi so I could fucking drown toi in them.
Sometimes I l’amour you, Sometimes toi make me blue, Sometimes I feel good, At times I feel used. Loving toi darling makes me so confused.--- Alicia Keys
Do toi want to know what my problem is? I will tell toi what my problem is, I l’amour toi I l’amour your name, I l’amour the way toi look at me, I l’amour your gorgeous smile, I l’amour the way toi walk, I l’amour your beautiful eyes, I l’amour what toi look like when toi are asleep, I l’amour the sound of your laugh, to hear your voice fills my entire cœur, coeur with an indescribable feeling. I l’amour the way I can be having the worst jour of my life and seeing toi completely changes my mood. I l’amour how when toi touch me I
get weak, that is my problem...
Sometimes I hope we're still Friends when I get married. I hope that I'll invite toi to the wedding and you'll come. Then you'll see me as the happiest girl in the world. You'll see me with a guy that treats me right and loves me plus than himself. You'll see all that toi could've had and you'll regret letting me go.
But the thing that I want toi to see the most is that I survived without you.
toi know what? toi should break up with me for her. toi should go out with anyone your cœur, coeur desires because, eventually, I know what will happen. See, you're gonna be with all those other girls, but none of those girls are gonna be like me. I'm different than all of them. You're going to realize that
I'm the one you're meant for and you're going to come back to me. So sure, break up with me now, but I'm telling you, you'll be back. You'll be back when toi realize that toi broke up with the one girl who was meant to be with you. But see, the thing is, toi just better hope the girl is still there.
I don't think I ever felt that good and that bad at the same time in my life.
Sometimes I may hate you, but I'll always l’amour you. -Daria
I have been thinking a lot about growing up, and all of the relationships and broken hearts we go through. I always wonder how many times I a dit "I l’amour you" to someone and
knew I didn’t mean it. It makes me think about all of the people that have a dit they l’amour me and didn’t mean it as well, and I get really pissed off, because I hate when people lie. I mean, if they were lying to get in my pants, that is one thing, but just for the sake of dragging this cœur, coeur through the mud. I don’t think anyone has ever used me for my body, and that really, really hurts. It really does. I want to be a booty call.
Isn’t that what we all want out of life; to be someone’s "go to" sex slave? I forgot what I was talking about. Oh yeah, Love. l’amour sucks.--- Jaret
l’amour is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.
I begin to hate toi for your face and not just the things toi do.
Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be. ---Sex and the City
Don't stay because toi think "it will get better". You'll be mad at yourself a an later for staying when things are not better. --- Sex in the City
toi cannot change a man's behavior. Change comes from within. --- Sex in the City
There's only one "reason" a man dumps you; he doesn't want you.
Relationships are very simple. There are only two things that can happen. toi either get married ou your break up.
I may hate myself in the morning But I'm gonna l’amour toi tonight.
Life is for having fun. Don't be stupid and waste it on some guy/girl who is gonna act like he/she hates toi tomorrow. Never waste it on some one who doesn't want their Friends to know they're in l’amour with you. Don't give that person the rest of toi tears ou a mois ou a an of your life when he/she treats toi badly and doesn't mind to make toi cry. Every person deserves some one who wants to brag about them. Every person deserves some one who makes them smile and laugh at their worst moments. We all deserve at least that.
Relationships are like glasses. If they break, let them stay broken, you'll only hurt yourself trying to fix it. At least the pieces still remain.
I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for always being nice, always apologizing for things I didn't do, for getting attached, for making toi my life, depending on you, wasting my time on you, thinking about you, following you, changing for you, forgiving you, wishing for you, dreaming of you, and most of all... for not hating toi which I know I should... but I can't.
This is for the broken hearted. I know how toi feel. Empty, betrayed, and no happiness whatsoever. toi don't want to laugh, because toi know it's not going to help, but toi don't want to cry, because it will just make toi feel worse. toi feel like your cœur, coeur is falling apart, but not only that, but toi know soon your life is going to feel like it's falling apart too. toi don't think it will ever end, and no matter what this person has done to you, it feels impossible to stop loving them. And everyone wonders why if they have hurt toi so much, then why do toi still l’amour them. That's the confusing part, toi don't know why, toi just do, and the people who hurt toi the most, and normally the ones toi l’amour the most. And then, after a few weeks, toi finally feel a sense of relief, like you're getting happy again, but toi know inside that you're just going into denial. And after a few plus weeks, you're back to where toi were an empty soul and teary eyes. toi thought toi got over them, but really, toi just stopped montrer it. And toi can't help but to montrer it again. It leaves deep scars on your cœur, coeur that are there forever. And no one understands how toi feel, and how deep toi are hurt, no matter who they are, because it hasn't happened to them And even if it has, every broken cœur, coeur is different. They don't know the true pain toi feel and carry each and everyday now, so toi learn that basically toi are alone with all this. And the feeling starts to overwhelm you, and suddenly toi just break down, right there, because toi know you've had enough, the tears just instantly start flowing, and you're to the point where toi don't care who see's. Because you've spent so many nights lying awake in bed, and so many days being haunted par the scars and fear of rejection. And in the midst of all these tears, toi know that its not helping any, and it's not going to bring them back, if toi ever even had them in the first place. After about a million tears have been cried, toi finally pull yourself back together and keep going. Your throat starts to clench and your eyes burn with the tears toi are trying to hold back. Everyone says, "It will be okay…” But toi know it won't. And that’s the truth, it won’t. And toi look back on all of the hurt toi had from this, and toi realize that people are horrible. You're still hurt, but you've learned to hide it so that everyone thinks toi are okay. So now every time toi see this person, toi know toi still l’amour them, and toi feel a slight tingle in your cœur, coeur yearning for them to l’amour you, screaming out, but for some reason they don't hear it. And then toi sit back and wonder how one person could have caused all of this...
I'm not gonna give a fuck anymore... If toi hurt me, I'm gonna hurt you. That's how it's gonna be from now on...
Life sucks a lot of the time, huh? But, ya know, if toi can get through a heartbreak, toi can get through almost anything.
I can't stop thinking about him. That has to tell toi something. I can't get him out of my head. And quite frankly, I don't even want to try. --- lyssy
Why do we fall for someone, who really isn't for us?... should we blame ourselves for falling the wrong one. Or... should we blame the one we fell for, because... they made us believe that they are the right one for us?!
He's Lost the one girl who thought nothing was wrong with him.
If toi dress nicely, he says you're a snob. If toi dress sexy, he says you're a slut. If toi argue with him, he says you're stubborn. If you're quiet, he says you're stupid. If toi call him, he says you're needy and clingy. If he calls you, he says toi should be grateful. If toi don't l’amour him, he'll try to win you. If toi l’amour him, he'll leave you. If toi don't fuck him, he'll say toi don't l’amour him. If toi do, he'll say you're easy. If toi tell him your problems, he'll say you're irritating. If toi don't , he'll say toi don't trust him. If toi lecture him, he'll say you're bitchy. If he lectures you, it's because he "cares". If toi break a promise, toi can't be trusted. If he breaks it, he had to. If toi cheat, he'll expect it to be over. If he cheats, he expects to be donné another chance either way.
toi only l’amour him because toi fear that he just might be the only one that will ever l’amour you.
It's not that I still l’amour him, because I don't, it's just that I still worry about his stupidity.
I know toi never meant to do everything toi put me through its okay I forgive you.
Sometimes things can seem so perfect, and then in a divisé, split second. It all comes and blows back up in your face, making toi remember, that nothing ever works out for you. Something always fucks up your "perfect thing". --- mangledxdreams
Nothings gonna change the way I feel and toi know that I'm gonna l’amour toi still. Please don’t turn your back, I cant believe it's hard just to talk to you, but toi don't understand. Because we're not together now, and I want to be with you. I'm sorry I can't just be friends. Am I too late, ou do I have a chance? I'm sorry... I can't just be friends.
I lay there at night, trying to fall asleep
But each time I close my eyes
Memories of toi flash through my mind
But then I open my eyes
and welcome myself back to reality
Because I know now, toi and I weren't ever
really meant to be.
There will always be faces toi can never look at without emotion and there are names toi can never hear spoken without that same old feelings returning. Just when toi think toi can déplacer on, you'll remember all the reasons why toi held on so long.
The only thing worse than a broken cœur, coeur is knowing you'd give him another chance.
I don't understand why I let myself stay with you, after all the lies and all the tears cried. What makes toi so fucking special?
Why do I waste my time? Why is it that you're so damn irreplaceable?
Tell me what I have to do tonight
'Cause I'd do anything to make it right
Let's be us again
I'm sorry for the way I Lost my head
I don't know why I a dit the things I said
Let's be us again
Here I stand
With everything to lose
And all I know is I don't want to ever see the end
Baby please, I'm reaching out for you
Won't toi open up your cœur, coeur and let me come back in.
One jour you'll look back and think... damn! that girl really did l’amour me...
Don't wanna do it today There's a part of me that wishes I could just forget But I haven't found the mercy yet. I'll forgive toi tomorrow if the sun doesn't shine Let toi back into my life when the oceans are dry Take toi back when every shade of the arc en ciel turns gray But I just can't do it today --- Gary Allan
Too often we don't realize what we have until it's gone... too often we wait too long to say "I'm sorry, I was wrong"
There's nothing scarier then getting what toi want, cause that's when toi really have something to lose.
I'm mad at myself for crying, I don't even remember the reason but the tears keep flowing and they just wont stop I'm supposed to be strong but everything's so wrong.
Maybe sometimes toi just have to say what's in your heart, not just what toi think someone wants to hear.
I'm sorry that I'm not the one toi wanted that I made your life fucked up its not telling toi how I feel that scares me. Its what you'll say back that does.
Learn from your past, déplacer on, grow stronger. People are fake, but let your trust last longer. Do what toi got to do, but always stay true, and never let anyone get the best of you.
I think it's time that I let toi go. And it's really hard for me to do because I know that there's a part of me that will be in l’amour with toi for the rest of my life. But this while running in place and jour dreaming is just not healthy for either of us. --- Dawson's Creek
Not everything's gonna be picture perfect... Things sometimes take time and have rough times to get through... Before toi can get there but if toi give up on things toi want, everything you've gone through ends up being completely worthless.
If one jour toi realize that I haven't talked to toi in a while it's not because I don't care anymore it's because toi pushed me away and just left me there...
The higher toi build the walls around your heart, the harder toi fall when someone tears them down.
I want to be the one - I want to be the person that touches your cœur, coeur and makes it skip a beat - I want to be that person whose arms make toi just melt - I want to be the person that your destined to be with.
Just hit play and watch my life fall apart.
I can't help myself; I don't want anyone else.
toi are unmistaken ably my first love. Every guy I am with for the rest of my life will be compared to you.
Hold me when I cry, sleep with me on my drenched pillow, just for one night.
I know it's hard to l’amour me, but couldn't toi please just try anyway?
Time and time again, I forgave you. I've forgiven toi for things that I swore to myself I'd never forgive someone for... and here toi are, still hurting me, and I still forgave you..
She's smiling... but she doesn't mean it. She misses how they use to be... she misses how it was so real how they cared for each other without end but most of all, she misses him always being there and telling her everything will be okay because she need's that now, plus then ever. She's sick of feeling like something's missing.
And these break up songs Are making sense again And I really wish they didn't.
For him I'd smile when he's happy Kiss him when he's sad... try to be the perfect girl and calm him when he's mad hold his hand to make him strong and say he's right when I know he's wrong.
My cœur, coeur was taken par you... broken par you... and now it is in pieces because of you.
l’amour is like falling down... in the end you're left hurt, scarred, and with a memory of it forever.
You're the one who broke my heart, you're the reason my world fell apart, you're the one who made me cry, yet I'm still in l’amour with toi and I don't know why.
A million words would not bring toi back, I know because I've tried, neither would a million tears, I know I've cried.
Wanting him is hard to forget, loving him is hard to regret, losing him is hard to accept, but even with all the hurt I've felt, letting go is the most painful yet.
Sometimes the memories are worth the pain.
Sometime toi just have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears and say good-bye.
For a few minutes toi made me feel as though I actually meant something to someone.
We are afraid to care to much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.
People think it is holding on that makes toi stronger, but sometimes it's letting go.
I made a choice to finally let go, because I can't stand the pain, it's time for my last tear to fall and smile again.
I cried today... not because I miss you... ou even wanted you... but because I realized I'm gonna be all right without you.
I wish he meant it when he kissed me cause then I could look back and see someone who loved me but I can only go back and see someone who used me.
toi always say toi hate to see me hurt, and toi hate to see me cry. So all those times that toi hurt me, did toi close your eyes?
Sad isn't it? How no matter what toi do ou say to me... when toi come running back... when toi need me again... I'll be here... right here waiting for you, I'll take toi back... no questions asked. Sad isn't it?
So... from now on... when toi think of me... just remember that I could've been the best thing toi ever had.
Why did I break up with him? Well ,it's like, once I sat down and looked at the situation, all the pieces lying on the floor, it just wasn't a puzzle anymore. None of the pieces fit together. And even if I tried really hard, the pieces, well they were two different puzzles. That's why I did it, he needs to understand that.
toi hurt me plus then I deserve, how can toi be so cruel? I l’amour toi plus then toi deserve, why am I such a fool?
toi asked me what was wrong, I smiled and a dit nothing, when toi turned around and a tear came down and I whispered to myself... everything is.
toi wonder why I don't talk to toi anymore and please believe me when I say it's not that I don't want to, it's just that everything I want to say I can't tell toi anymore.
I don't know which I would rather believe... that toi never did care ou that toi eventually stopped.
Hold my hand, just one plus time, so I can remind myself why it is that I can't get over you.
I think its time I let toi go... and that is hard to do because part of me will be in l’amour with toi for the rest of my life.
While I was holding on all toi did was let go.
Sometimes it's better to be alone. No one can hurt toi that way.
I just wonder how many people never get the one they want, but end up with the one they're supposed to have.
The hardest thing about growing up is that toi have to do what is right for toi even if it means breaking someone's heart. Including your own.
All I'm asking for is one night together. Just toi and me. All alone. And if toi can honestly say toi don't feel anything for me after that night, I will finally let toi go.
Sometimes all toi need is a broken cœur, coeur to realize that something even better is right in front of our eyes, just waiting to be found.
Of course, you're going to get your cœur, coeur broken. And it isn't just going to happen once, but a lot. That's just part of growing up, and it makes toi stronger. Then toi can handle it better suivant time. toi may not get through it yourself, but your Friends will help toi through it. And you'll be a stronger person because of it. Then one jour someone will come along, and it'll all pay off and no one will ever break your cœur, coeur again.
No one can promise they'll never hurt toi because at one time ou another, it will happen. The real promise is if the time toi spend together will be worth the pain in the end.
The worst feeling in the world is knowing you've been used and lied to.
Frustrated because I can't tell if it's real. Mad because I don't know how toi feel. Upset because we can't make it right. Sad because I need toi jour and night. Angry because toi won't take my hand. Aggravated because toi don't understand. Disappointed because we can't be together, but still I'll l’amour toi forever.
Maybe they are right. Maybe I did get my hopes up too high. Maybe I was in over my head. Maybe I am the stupid one for ever thinking that toi loved me, but maybe, just maybe, I am tired of being alone.
Every time I see him all cool, calm and collected, I lose my breath, my cœur, coeur starts pounding, and I am painfully aware that I am not over him and he is over me.
I don't know which is worse, being the one with the broken cœur, coeur ou being the person that breaks the hearts.
It's not that we aren't meant to be together, I think that we're just not ready for forever.
toi always have an out. An exit strategy to make sure toi don't get hurt. toi always walk always. toi walk away before they can walk away from you.
Today was just one of those days where everything I did reminded me of toi and every song I heard somehow related to you. I hate days like today, because they remind me of the one thing I dont have.
There were reasons we met, reasons for the good times and reasons for the bad times, and most importantly a reason to end. We have plus to learn, plus to experience and plus loving to do in this lifetime.
Somehow I know we'll meet again, not quite sure where and not sure when, your in my cœur, coeur so until then good-bye.
Broken cœur, coeur again. Another lesson learned. Better know your friends. ou toi will get burned.
This time it's over I'm keeping my heart, I'm gonna be strong and not fall apart... it'll get better, I'll no longer cry... in a couple of weeks I won't want to die, I won't want to go back. I'll be able to sleep, it won't hurt so bad and it won't hurt so deep!
I would like to thank you, for montrer me a part of myself that I have never seen. Yeah we were young and dumb, but it still was fun and I guess these things just tend to fall apart and I hope toi feel the same.
Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow; we must fail in order to know. Sometimes our vision only clears after our eyes are washed away with tears.
I know I'm not completely over him. He still crosses my mind several times a day, but with each one of those times, a feeling of contempt also passes through my heart. Maybe if this happens enough, my cœur, coeur will become completely hardened to him, and I'll get to the point where he doesn't affect me anymore.---Beth_Lynn_14
Walk accueil drowning these memories in the rain biting my lip to transfer this pain, your gone and I'm still going through withdrawals, suivant time around I'll build a stronger wall.
I'm afraid to give toi my all, I'm afraid to l’amour toi completely. What if behind your beautiful face and kind words toi are just bribing me. Maybe toi are just reeling me in until toi turn around and drop me. I'd fall so far and never be able to recover, I wish I could see the ending sometimes. I would know if I should hold on to toi and keep going ou just let it all end before I get up too high.--- samrushing
I'm going to stay with toi because toi need a friend, but thats all I'm going to be. No plus sex, no plus hands in places they shouldn't be, no plus giving toi my cœur, coeur so toi can stamp all over it.
I miss all the little things. Like him driving with his hand resting on my knee and the way we'd share a big gooey ice cream. But I especially miss the hot nights in those motel rooms when he was all around me, the taste, and the scent and the feel of him. And I'd fall asleep in his arms, with the sound of his heartbeat being the last thing I heard before going to sleep. I ache with longing.
toi and me are inevitable, you're all that makes me happy but if toi break my cœur, coeur again, I'll kill you.
l’amour hurts. I say that because I know. l’amour is... ou was amazing. It's an incredible feeling to know what he's going to say. It's plus incredible the way he has me on the edge of my siège because he's so completely random, I never know what's coming next. It's hard to explain, but he filled some void in me, and now, without him, I'm missing something again. I wonder if it will ever truly, whole heartedly be filled again. I just don't want to know what it's like to hurt any more...
I've been laying here all night, listening to the rain. Talking to my cœur, coeur and trying to explain. Why sometimes I catch myself wondering what might have been. Yes I do think about you, every now and then.
I'm not afraid of heights, I'm afraid of falling. I'm not scared of the dark, I'm scared of what's in it. I'm not afraid of love, I'm afraid of not being loved back.
In this weird twisted way, I know toi miss me liking you, not because I want to believe it's true, but because you'll never find a girl that can put up with toi like I did; you'll never find a girl who will care as much as I did, because no one will waste all there l’amour on someone like you, like I did.
I didn't ask for it to be over, but then again, I didn't ask for it to begin. For that's the way it is with life, as some of the most beautiful days come completely par chance. But even the most beautiful days eventually have their sunsets.
I wish I saved all the tears I cried for toi so I could fucking drown toi in them.
I tried to hold onto what we had, but toi didn't even make an effort. toi lied toi cheated and left me to cry all alone once again. And when I return looking plus beautiful and confident than ever before all I want toi to realize is what toi had and what toi will never have again. --- birdie565
It's amazing after all we've been through the good times and the bad how we can walk past each other and pretend like it never happened give each other an awkward smile and déplacer on.
Perhaps I saw what I wanted to see in him and made him to be plus than he was.
The tough thing about following toi cœur, coeur is that people forget to mention that sometimes the cœur, coeur takes toi to places toi shouldn't be. Places that are scary as they are exciting and as dangerous as they are alluring. Sometimes your cœur, coeur cannot take toi to places that lead to happy ending. That's not even the difficult part; the difficult part is when toi follow your heart, toi leave normal; toi go into the unknown and once toi do toi can never go back.
Am I mad at you? That's your main concern after shattering my whole world? Mad for what? Breaking my heart? ou for all the lies? Maybe for letting me put all my trust in toi only to be betrayed? How about the fact toi didn't even have the decency to tell me to my face? ou the way toi think it's crazy that I'm crying over it cause to toi breaking up is no big deal. Am I mad at you?... no. plus like crushed... did I ever really know you?
It's really painful to say goodbye to someone that toi don't want to let go but its even plus painful to ask someone to stay if they never wanted to stay.
In l’amour toi find the oddest combinations; materialistic people find themselves in l’amour with idealists; clingers fall in l’amour with players; homebodies capture and try to smother butterflies. It it wasn't so serious we could laugh at it.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mending whole was good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
A sad thing in life is when toi meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and toi just have to let go.
toi didn't intentionally break my heart, toi even a dit toi were sorry, but I cried anyway... I know the truth that you're to scared to admit, you're with her, but when toi look at me, toi can't even remember her name...
I'm so paranoid of getting hurt. I am always getting my cœur, coeur broken over and over. My cœur, coeur has so many scars and bruises all over it. I don't know how much just one cœur, coeur can
take really, and I don't really want to find out either.
l’amour is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on toi with a miniature machine gun.
After a while, toi learn the difference between holding a hand, and falling in love. You'll learn kisses don't always mean something. Promises can be broken just as easily as they were made, and as hard as it is to believe, sometimes goodbyes are forever.
Life doesn't hurt until toi have time to yourself to think about how things have changed, who you've Lost along the way, and how much of it is your fault.
Let me ruin your life, let me break your heart, then I'll ask toi why we can't be friends. Let me rip your world into little pieces, let me destroy who toi thought toi were, and then I'll ask if we can be friends.
I just want someone to come up to me and Kiss me and tell me that they're in l’amour with me. I don't just want it though. I need it. I'm desperate for it.
It's like once you've been hurt, you're so scared to get attached again. toi have this fear that every person toi start to fall for, is just going to break your cœur, coeur again.
If toi don't l’amour me at my worst then toi don't deserve me at my best.
Just let me ask toi something...if I happen to walk out of this room right now and never come back, and just forget everything and leave it all behind would toi be okay with that? Because I have 5 steps til I close this door and toi have 5 secondes to make up your mind...starting now...
Make me stay. Say something sweet and tender and untrue and make me stay.
The hardest thing about knowing toi don't l’amour me
is that toi spent so much time pretending that toi did.
Like being in l’amour there must be a corresponding painful side like losing in love, it's just a fact of life. --- Daria
If I asked him, would he even know the color of my eyes?
There's only one "reason" a man dumps you; he doesn't want you.
toi really know toi l’amour someone when all toi want is for them to be happy, even if that means that toi are not a part of it.
It's not my fault if I can't help looking at you. It's not my fault if I can't stop calling you. It's not my fault I do like you. My only mistake was to fall to much in l’amour with you.
Sometimes - no matter how long, ou how much toi l’amour someone, they will never l’amour toi back and somehow toi have to learn to be okay with that.
If your gonna make me cry, at least be there to wipe away the tears.
I'm holding on to something that used to be there hoping it will come back, knowing it won't.
I want toi to know that toi will never find another girl that will put up with as much crap as I do and enjoy it. toi will never find another girl that will put up with toi and l’amour toi the way I do. Just so toi know.
There's always that one special person that no matter what they do to you, toi just cant let them go.
At first, I cried because I didn't have toi why do I still cry now that I do?
How could toi make me l’amour toi and then not be there to l’amour me back?
I sit here and think about everything that happened this past week and not a single tear runs down my cheek. Maybe its because I'm too hurt to cry, ou maybe I'm just to mad at you.
Maybe just maybe its my hearts way of telling me this isn't over yet.
What do toi do when the only person who can stop your tears is the one making toi cry.
I'd like to think I'll be happy again, but I really need to just stop and cry now, and sometimes I wish I could just scream at you, and montrer toi what toi do to me.
And even though toi lied, and even though toi pretended to care I can't seem to get toi out of my mind and even though it seems like I should be over you, with every tear that falls, it reminds me of how much I am still in l’amour with you.
Have toi ever hated somebody so much that toi wish they would just leave and never come back but yet, loved them so much, toi knew youd die if they did?
I've been through this pain before I've even cried these tears before but to get toi back, I'd go through so much more.
I'm going to smile like nothings wrong, talk like everythings perfect, act like its just a dream and pretend that he's not hurting me.
The truth of the matter is, I still have feelings for you. And no matter how many times I tell myself that I'm better off with out you, a part of me just won't let go.
I know I made a lot of stupid mistakes in my life, but the worst one was thinking the person who hurt me the most wouldn't hurt me again.
I feel like I am sitting in a room full of people that I love, and toi know what, they just don't care that I l’amour them. They don't care whether ou not I live ou die. To them I'm just another girl, just another stranger. To me, they are my best friends, the only people I have left.
I'm scared to fall in love, scared to fall fast, because every time I fall in love, it never seems to last.
You're the reason I live and the reason I die, you're the reason
I smile yet break down and cry, you're the reason I keep going and the reason I fall, cause without toi in my life I'm nothing at all.
I have waited for toi for 2 years and I will wait for toi for the rest of my life. Even if that means I have to give toi up for the rest of my life, I will wait for you. I l’amour toi that much and nothing will ever change that.
I'm gonna smile, because I wanna make toi happy, laugh, so toi won't see me cry. I'm gonna let toi go in style, and even if it kills me, I'm gonna smile.
Love? It's kind of complicated, but I'll tell toi this the seconde you're willing to make yourself miserable to make someone else happy, that's l’amour right there.
toi fuck me, then stub me. toi l’amour me, toi hate me. toi montrer me a sensitive side, then toi turn into a total asshole. Is this a pretty accurate description of our relationship. (This was just how me and my now ex boyfriend were.)
toi asked me what was wrong, I smiled and a dit nothing, when toi turned around and a tear came down and I whispered to myself everything is.
I am in l’amour with the man I can't have and I have the man I can't love.
I would have followed him to hell if he asked me to and with all he put me through, maybe I did.
I used to think that if I loved toi enough toi would realize it and l’amour me back, but I can only l’amour so much for so long.
Do I really l’amour him ou am I addicted to the pain of wanting something I can't have.
I l’amour toi yet I hate toi its like I want to throw toi off a cliff and then run really fast to the bottom and catch you. (this is me and my friend Kevin)
I don't know which is worse, keeping your l’amour for someone a secret ou telling them and risk being rejected.
I don't know which is worse, loving someone knowing its going to cause toi pain ou being in pain because toi can't love
someone.
It hurts to realize that them people toi thought you'd l’amour for life don't l’amour toi as much as toi thought they did and can do without toi as if they never knew toi at all.
It seems to me that the harder I try the harder I fall.
Ever notice that the people who hurt toi the most are the ones toi tend to l’amour more.
It's funny the way toi can get use to the tears and the pain.
No plus crying, I can't cry anymore. Don't take my hand this time. Just go please and don't look back, because I know if toi did, I'd come running back to toi and I can't do that.
I'm glad you're happy. I can't say that I'm completely happy for toi but I guess that's just a part of life, I'll always have feelings for toi but the rest of the world is forcing me to déplacer on.
I would rather leave now still loving toi then to leave later hating you.
I hate the way I could never hate you.
I want to cry, I really do, but I guess I just don't want to give toi the satisfaction of knowing that toi hurt me once again.
I remember when I still believed the things toi said.
toi can't just cling on to something because it's familiar.
Difficult ou easy, pleasant ou bitter, toi are the same you; I cannot live, with ou without you.
This time its over I'm keeping my heart, I'm gonna be strong and not fall apart it'll get better, I'll no longer cryin a couple of weeks I won't want to die, I won't want to go back. I'll be able to sleep, it won't hurt so bad and it won't hurt so deep!
It hurts to see someone toi l’amour ignoring you, it also hurts to see that he doesn't feel your love. But it hurts even plus to
know that he loves toi too, and just doesn't want toi to know.
l’amour is when someone hurts you. And toi get so mad but toi don't yell at them because toi know it would hurt their feelings.
I'd rather be your lover then your friend, but I'd rather be your friend then your nobody.
I've convinced everyone else that I don't like toi and that I don't l’amour toi anymore. Now all I need to do is convince myself.
To let go of someone doesn't mean toi have to stop loving, it only means that toi allow that person to find his own happiness without expecting him to come back.
I know toi never meant to do everything toi put me through its okay I forgive you.
I never regretted telling toi I liked you, I only regretted never hearing what toi really thought of me.
toi make it really hard to l’amour toi sometimes.
Each déplacer I made in his direction just seemed to pave my way faster to hell.
If toi l’amour me as much as toi say toi do then you'll leave.
If toi think you've found that one that toi really love... make sure they l’amour toi back.
Don't hate me. Don't regret me. Don't even forget me.
Wherever toi go, whatever toi do, don't say I never loved you.
It's hard to l’amour someone who's in l’amour with someone else, toi have to ignore the pain and avaler, hirondelle your pride. Just to be a friend... but that's all worth it because sometimes friendship last longer than love.
I haven't been around but that doesn't mean I stopped loving you.
I never stopped loving you. Even when I was jouer la comédie crazy, I loved you. I've tried to montrer toi in a million ways but nothing ever got through.
I cut to prove to toi that toi are not the only one that can hurt me.
To me, l’amour is having your head tell toi to slap him but all toi wanna do is look into his eyes and smile.
I wish I saved all the tears I cried for toi so I could fucking drown toi in them.
Sometimes I l’amour you, Sometimes toi make me blue, Sometimes I feel good, At times I feel used. Loving toi darling makes me so confused.--- Alicia Keys
Do toi want to know what my problem is? I will tell toi what my problem is, I l’amour toi I l’amour your name, I l’amour the way toi look at me, I l’amour your gorgeous smile, I l’amour the way toi walk, I l’amour your beautiful eyes, I l’amour what toi look like when toi are asleep, I l’amour the sound of your laugh, to hear your voice fills my entire cœur, coeur with an indescribable feeling. I l’amour the way I can be having the worst jour of my life and seeing toi completely changes my mood. I l’amour how when toi touch me I
get weak, that is my problem...
Sometimes I hope we're still Friends when I get married. I hope that I'll invite toi to the wedding and you'll come. Then you'll see me as the happiest girl in the world. You'll see me with a guy that treats me right and loves me plus than himself. You'll see all that toi could've had and you'll regret letting me go.
But the thing that I want toi to see the most is that I survived without you.
toi know what? toi should break up with me for her. toi should go out with anyone your cœur, coeur desires because, eventually, I know what will happen. See, you're gonna be with all those other girls, but none of those girls are gonna be like me. I'm different than all of them. You're going to realize that
I'm the one you're meant for and you're going to come back to me. So sure, break up with me now, but I'm telling you, you'll be back. You'll be back when toi realize that toi broke up with the one girl who was meant to be with you. But see, the thing is, toi just better hope the girl is still there.
I don't think I ever felt that good and that bad at the same time in my life.
Sometimes I may hate you, but I'll always l’amour you. -Daria
I have been thinking a lot about growing up, and all of the relationships and broken hearts we go through. I always wonder how many times I a dit "I l’amour you" to someone and
knew I didn’t mean it. It makes me think about all of the people that have a dit they l’amour me and didn’t mean it as well, and I get really pissed off, because I hate when people lie. I mean, if they were lying to get in my pants, that is one thing, but just for the sake of dragging this cœur, coeur through the mud. I don’t think anyone has ever used me for my body, and that really, really hurts. It really does. I want to be a booty call.
Isn’t that what we all want out of life; to be someone’s "go to" sex slave? I forgot what I was talking about. Oh yeah, Love. l’amour sucks.--- Jaret
l’amour is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.
I begin to hate toi for your face and not just the things toi do.
Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant to be. ---Sex and the City
Don't stay because toi think "it will get better". You'll be mad at yourself a an later for staying when things are not better. --- Sex in the City
toi cannot change a man's behavior. Change comes from within. --- Sex in the City
There's only one "reason" a man dumps you; he doesn't want you.
Relationships are very simple. There are only two things that can happen. toi either get married ou your break up.
I may hate myself in the morning But I'm gonna l’amour toi tonight.
Life is for having fun. Don't be stupid and waste it on some guy/girl who is gonna act like he/she hates toi tomorrow. Never waste it on some one who doesn't want their Friends to know they're in l’amour with you. Don't give that person the rest of toi tears ou a mois ou a an of your life when he/she treats toi badly and doesn't mind to make toi cry. Every person deserves some one who wants to brag about them. Every person deserves some one who makes them smile and laugh at their worst moments. We all deserve at least that.
Relationships are like glasses. If they break, let them stay broken, you'll only hurt yourself trying to fix it. At least the pieces still remain.
I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for always being nice, always apologizing for things I didn't do, for getting attached, for making toi my life, depending on you, wasting my time on you, thinking about you, following you, changing for you, forgiving you, wishing for you, dreaming of you, and most of all... for not hating toi which I know I should... but I can't.
This is for the broken hearted. I know how toi feel. Empty, betrayed, and no happiness whatsoever. toi don't want to laugh, because toi know it's not going to help, but toi don't want to cry, because it will just make toi feel worse. toi feel like your cœur, coeur is falling apart, but not only that, but toi know soon your life is going to feel like it's falling apart too. toi don't think it will ever end, and no matter what this person has done to you, it feels impossible to stop loving them. And everyone wonders why if they have hurt toi so much, then why do toi still l’amour them. That's the confusing part, toi don't know why, toi just do, and the people who hurt toi the most, and normally the ones toi l’amour the most. And then, after a few weeks, toi finally feel a sense of relief, like you're getting happy again, but toi know inside that you're just going into denial. And after a few plus weeks, you're back to where toi were an empty soul and teary eyes. toi thought toi got over them, but really, toi just stopped montrer it. And toi can't help but to montrer it again. It leaves deep scars on your cœur, coeur that are there forever. And no one understands how toi feel, and how deep toi are hurt, no matter who they are, because it hasn't happened to them And even if it has, every broken cœur, coeur is different. They don't know the true pain toi feel and carry each and everyday now, so toi learn that basically toi are alone with all this. And the feeling starts to overwhelm you, and suddenly toi just break down, right there, because toi know you've had enough, the tears just instantly start flowing, and you're to the point where toi don't care who see's. Because you've spent so many nights lying awake in bed, and so many days being haunted par the scars and fear of rejection. And in the midst of all these tears, toi know that its not helping any, and it's not going to bring them back, if toi ever even had them in the first place. After about a million tears have been cried, toi finally pull yourself back together and keep going. Your throat starts to clench and your eyes burn with the tears toi are trying to hold back. Everyone says, "It will be okay…” But toi know it won't. And that’s the truth, it won’t. And toi look back on all of the hurt toi had from this, and toi realize that people are horrible. You're still hurt, but you've learned to hide it so that everyone thinks toi are okay. So now every time toi see this person, toi know toi still l’amour them, and toi feel a slight tingle in your cœur, coeur yearning for them to l’amour you, screaming out, but for some reason they don't hear it. And then toi sit back and wonder how one person could have caused all of this...
I'm not gonna give a fuck anymore... If toi hurt me, I'm gonna hurt you. That's how it's gonna be from now on...
Life sucks a lot of the time, huh? But, ya know, if toi can get through a heartbreak, toi can get through almost anything.
I can't stop thinking about him. That has to tell toi something. I can't get him out of my head. And quite frankly, I don't even want to try. --- lyssy
Why do we fall for someone, who really isn't for us?... should we blame ourselves for falling the wrong one. Or... should we blame the one we fell for, because... they made us believe that they are the right one for us?!
He's Lost the one girl who thought nothing was wrong with him.
If toi dress nicely, he says you're a snob. If toi dress sexy, he says you're a slut. If toi argue with him, he says you're stubborn. If you're quiet, he says you're stupid. If toi call him, he says you're needy and clingy. If he calls you, he says toi should be grateful. If toi don't l’amour him, he'll try to win you. If toi l’amour him, he'll leave you. If toi don't fuck him, he'll say toi don't l’amour him. If toi do, he'll say you're easy. If toi tell him your problems, he'll say you're irritating. If toi don't , he'll say toi don't trust him. If toi lecture him, he'll say you're bitchy. If he lectures you, it's because he "cares". If toi break a promise, toi can't be trusted. If he breaks it, he had to. If toi cheat, he'll expect it to be over. If he cheats, he expects to be donné another chance either way.
toi only l’amour him because toi fear that he just might be the only one that will ever l’amour you.
It's not that I still l’amour him, because I don't, it's just that I still worry about his stupidity.
I know toi never meant to do everything toi put me through its okay I forgive you.
Sometimes things can seem so perfect, and then in a divisé, split second. It all comes and blows back up in your face, making toi remember, that nothing ever works out for you. Something always fucks up your "perfect thing". --- mangledxdreams
Nothings gonna change the way I feel and toi know that I'm gonna l’amour toi still. Please don’t turn your back, I cant believe it's hard just to talk to you, but toi don't understand. Because we're not together now, and I want to be with you. I'm sorry I can't just be friends. Am I too late, ou do I have a chance? I'm sorry... I can't just be friends.
I lay there at night, trying to fall asleep
But each time I close my eyes
Memories of toi flash through my mind
But then I open my eyes
and welcome myself back to reality
Because I know now, toi and I weren't ever
really meant to be.
There will always be faces toi can never look at without emotion and there are names toi can never hear spoken without that same old feelings returning. Just when toi think toi can déplacer on, you'll remember all the reasons why toi held on so long.
The only thing worse than a broken cœur, coeur is knowing you'd give him another chance.
I don't understand why I let myself stay with you, after all the lies and all the tears cried. What makes toi so fucking special?
Why do I waste my time? Why is it that you're so damn irreplaceable?
Tell me what I have to do tonight
'Cause I'd do anything to make it right
Let's be us again
I'm sorry for the way I Lost my head
I don't know why I a dit the things I said
Let's be us again
Here I stand
With everything to lose
And all I know is I don't want to ever see the end
Baby please, I'm reaching out for you
Won't toi open up your cœur, coeur and let me come back in.
One jour you'll look back and think... damn! that girl really did l’amour me...
Don't wanna do it today There's a part of me that wishes I could just forget But I haven't found the mercy yet. I'll forgive toi tomorrow if the sun doesn't shine Let toi back into my life when the oceans are dry Take toi back when every shade of the arc en ciel turns gray But I just can't do it today --- Gary Allan
Too often we don't realize what we have until it's gone... too often we wait too long to say "I'm sorry, I was wrong"
There's nothing scarier then getting what toi want, cause that's when toi really have something to lose.
I'm mad at myself for crying, I don't even remember the reason but the tears keep flowing and they just wont stop I'm supposed to be strong but everything's so wrong.
Maybe sometimes toi just have to say what's in your heart, not just what toi think someone wants to hear.
I'm sorry that I'm not the one toi wanted that I made your life fucked up its not telling toi how I feel that scares me. Its what you'll say back that does.
Learn from your past, déplacer on, grow stronger. People are fake, but let your trust last longer. Do what toi got to do, but always stay true, and never let anyone get the best of you.
I think it's time that I let toi go. And it's really hard for me to do because I know that there's a part of me that will be in l’amour with toi for the rest of my life. But this while running in place and jour dreaming is just not healthy for either of us. --- Dawson's Creek
Not everything's gonna be picture perfect... Things sometimes take time and have rough times to get through... Before toi can get there but if toi give up on things toi want, everything you've gone through ends up being completely worthless.
If one jour toi realize that I haven't talked to toi in a while it's not because I don't care anymore it's because toi pushed me away and just left me there...
The higher toi build the walls around your heart, the harder toi fall when someone tears them down.
I want to be the one - I want to be the person that touches your cœur, coeur and makes it skip a beat - I want to be that person whose arms make toi just melt - I want to be the person that your destined to be with.
Just hit play and watch my life fall apart.
I can't help myself; I don't want anyone else.
toi are unmistaken ably my first love. Every guy I am with for the rest of my life will be compared to you.
Hold me when I cry, sleep with me on my drenched pillow, just for one night.
I know it's hard to l’amour me, but couldn't toi please just try anyway?
Time and time again, I forgave you. I've forgiven toi for things that I swore to myself I'd never forgive someone for... and here toi are, still hurting me, and I still forgave you..
She's smiling... but she doesn't mean it. She misses how they use to be... she misses how it was so real how they cared for each other without end but most of all, she misses him always being there and telling her everything will be okay because she need's that now, plus then ever. She's sick of feeling like something's missing.
And these break up songs Are making sense again And I really wish they didn't.
For him I'd smile when he's happy Kiss him when he's sad... try to be the perfect girl and calm him when he's mad hold his hand to make him strong and say he's right when I know he's wrong.
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs ?"
"And what of spirits flown,
The souls whereon doth close
The tomb's mouth unawares ?"
The Rose a dit to the Grave.
The Rose said, "In the shade
From the dawn's tears is made
A perfume faint and strange,
Amber and honey sweet."
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
plus strangely than the dew,
To God's own anges new,"
The Grave a dit to the Rose.
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LA TOMBE DIT A LA ROSE
La tombe dit à la rose :
"Des pleurs dont l'aube t'arrose
Que fais-tu, fleur des amours ?"
La rose dit à la tombe :
"Que fais-tu de ce qui tombe
Dans ton gouffre ouvert toujours ?"
La rose dit : "Tombeau sombre,
De ces pleurs je fais dans l'ombre
Un parfum d'ambre et de miel."
La tombe dit : " Fleur plaintive,
De chaque âme qui m'arrive
Je fais un ange du ciel !"
My nostril smells awesome inside of my nose,
a bit like the bloom of a newly-picked rose.
It started this morning--I couldn't say why--
and all jour it's smelled like banane cream pie.
It has the aroma of freshly-baked bread
with hot melted beurre and la mûre, blackberry spread,
and maybe the breeze of a warm afternoon,
that follows a thunderstorm early in June.
It smells like a pine forest, right par a lake,
and chocolat chip biscuits, cookies my mom likes to bake,
like kettle blé, maïs pop-popping over a fire,
and laundry, the moment it's out of the dryer.
My nostril smells awesome, so I have a plan
to sit and enjoy it as long as I can.
Don't ask how it happened; I really can't say.
Perhaps it's my finger that's smelling this way.
a bit like the bloom of a newly-picked rose.
It started this morning--I couldn't say why--
and all jour it's smelled like banane cream pie.
It has the aroma of freshly-baked bread
with hot melted beurre and la mûre, blackberry spread,
and maybe the breeze of a warm afternoon,
that follows a thunderstorm early in June.
It smells like a pine forest, right par a lake,
and chocolat chip biscuits, cookies my mom likes to bake,
like kettle blé, maïs pop-popping over a fire,
and laundry, the moment it's out of the dryer.
My nostril smells awesome, so I have a plan
to sit and enjoy it as long as I can.
Don't ask how it happened; I really can't say.
Perhaps it's my finger that's smelling this way.
The monochrome scenery in the dead of night
A pearly-white mist to blind your sight
Immortal chains to bind your soul
Immortal chains to set your goal.
Silence has set upon your life
Bestowed upon toi like a cursed knife.
toi must have knowledge through and through.
The seconde World is haunting you.
Let your sorrows be set in stone
Carved down to the edge, to the skin, to the bone.
Let your sorrows be put to rest
And let them guide toi along your quest.
I'll dance with toi inside layered light
On jewels and gemstones shining bright.
toi must have knowledge of what to do.
The seconde World is haunting you.
A pearly-white mist to blind your sight
Immortal chains to bind your soul
Immortal chains to set your goal.
Silence has set upon your life
Bestowed upon toi like a cursed knife.
toi must have knowledge through and through.
The seconde World is haunting you.
Let your sorrows be set in stone
Carved down to the edge, to the skin, to the bone.
Let your sorrows be put to rest
And let them guide toi along your quest.
I'll dance with toi inside layered light
On jewels and gemstones shining bright.
toi must have knowledge of what to do.
The seconde World is haunting you.
take my last breath, before i
inhel the semtums of death, before
i shed my last tear for help, my death
is calling in the hand of my friends.
my life has fallen deeper from my hands
to my feet i'm crawing can't speak,being
on haut, retour au début makes toi weak with a foney smile
down to the ground, one of my Friends is pulling
me down till i can't even make a sound.
I need help but me and God
both know that their is
nobody around.
somethimes darkness will never
fall down........
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.
Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.
His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
amer and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.
I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this musique of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written par the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.