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This is the way you should break my heart.
Firstly, you have to call me over the phone, since we're both too cowardly to see eachother's faces. Call on a weekend, perferably a Friday night so I can cope over the weekend and stay home that night to curl under the covers.
Tell me, "We had great times but-" then pause, and let me say "But what? Are you breaking up with me?" Say this, "No no no, I'm not...well...yes and no. I really like you but-" pause again because you don't know why you're doing this. "But what?" I will persist. "Is there someone else? Is it something I did? What?" Sense that I am growing angry, and imagine my face contorting to hold back tears. Decide I am ugly. Hate me for it. Do not say "It's not you, it's me." because that's cliche and you're original. Do not say it's someone else, because that will send me into a jealous rage, and you wouldn't want that. Do not tell me we're just too different, because I love you and despite my stubbornness, I would change for you. Oh and please, please, do not say we can still be friends, because we both know we will not be friends.
Make something up, better do it quick because I'll hang up in a fit of depression if you don't. Tell me this: "I had lots of fun with you, you're so great. But...I don't think we're right for eachother."
I will come back with a sad, small. "Oh. I see." Feel bad. Grow quite. I will do the same. In a while, I will come back to you, through tears I will say. "Okay. Well, I have to go then. " and you will say, " I really do love you-" and then pause again. "Good bye."
Hang up before I can say good bye. Leave me listening to the dial tone. I'll wait till I hear "If you'd like to make a call..." and then I'll click the phone off. Oh, make sure I'm in my bed too, so I can just roll over, pull the cover over my head and sob. Okay? And if you could do this for me, some how manage to get all your posession from me-descretly before I know you're going to break my heart. Give me my stuff back too, okay?
And then, when you see me later, with a forced smile. Don't say anthing. Don't look at me. Don't even say you're sorry. If we share friends, I'll back away, no need for them to chose, right? Oh, another thing. Don't tell anyone about the great, or, not so great sex we had.
If you break my heart like this, I'll be ready for it. And you won't hurt me so bad, you...don't want to hurt me right? Well, if you do decided to do it this way, I'll be greatful, and not pine over you, and I won't listen to our song on repeat, and I won't leave you messages of how I still love you.
I'll be waiting by the phone on Friday. If you need to, you can just read off of this. Hell, I'm making this easy for you. Okay? Talk to you then.
Firstly, you have to call me over the phone, since we're both too cowardly to see eachother's faces. Call on a weekend, perferably a Friday night so I can cope over the weekend and stay home that night to curl under the covers.
Tell me, "We had great times but-" then pause, and let me say "But what? Are you breaking up with me?" Say this, "No no no, I'm not...well...yes and no. I really like you but-" pause again because you don't know why you're doing this. "But what?" I will persist. "Is there someone else? Is it something I did? What?" Sense that I am growing angry, and imagine my face contorting to hold back tears. Decide I am ugly. Hate me for it. Do not say "It's not you, it's me." because that's cliche and you're original. Do not say it's someone else, because that will send me into a jealous rage, and you wouldn't want that. Do not tell me we're just too different, because I love you and despite my stubbornness, I would change for you. Oh and please, please, do not say we can still be friends, because we both know we will not be friends.
Make something up, better do it quick because I'll hang up in a fit of depression if you don't. Tell me this: "I had lots of fun with you, you're so great. But...I don't think we're right for eachother."
I will come back with a sad, small. "Oh. I see." Feel bad. Grow quite. I will do the same. In a while, I will come back to you, through tears I will say. "Okay. Well, I have to go then. " and you will say, " I really do love you-" and then pause again. "Good bye."
Hang up before I can say good bye. Leave me listening to the dial tone. I'll wait till I hear "If you'd like to make a call..." and then I'll click the phone off. Oh, make sure I'm in my bed too, so I can just roll over, pull the cover over my head and sob. Okay? And if you could do this for me, some how manage to get all your posession from me-descretly before I know you're going to break my heart. Give me my stuff back too, okay?
And then, when you see me later, with a forced smile. Don't say anthing. Don't look at me. Don't even say you're sorry. If we share friends, I'll back away, no need for them to chose, right? Oh, another thing. Don't tell anyone about the great, or, not so great sex we had.
If you break my heart like this, I'll be ready for it. And you won't hurt me so bad, you...don't want to hurt me right? Well, if you do decided to do it this way, I'll be greatful, and not pine over you, and I won't listen to our song on repeat, and I won't leave you messages of how I still love you.
I'll be waiting by the phone on Friday. If you need to, you can just read off of this. Hell, I'm making this easy for you. Okay? Talk to you then.
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Heartbreak
Insomnia
Is my lie
That I use daily
Like makeup
To cover my sadness
Sadness
Is my being
That makes up what's left
Of this lonesome shell
That encases death
Death
Is a release
That shatters reality
Freeing all of those
Who no longer feel love
Love
Is just a game
That always ends trajicly
Tearing apart the souls
Of those intertwined by fate
Fate
Is something fake
That's used as an excuse
For leaving someone close
When they need your support
Support
Is waht I thought I had
That feeling of having a friend
Without them I am nothing
I'll never learn to mend
Mend
Is wha
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Heartbreak
Tears coursing down my cheeks,
Scrambling to dash away their presence.
Running from the room,
Trying not to let the others see.
Hearing footsteps follow,
Wishing they wouldn't.
Why does this happen at the worst times?
Why can't it happen in the privacy of my own home?
The heartache's always there,
Though you try to hide it.
You try to continue you're existence as if
You harbored no such hurt.
But every once in a while,
It will make itself known.
You will be unable to stop it.
Forcing its presence to be acknowledged,
It allows you no time to run.
No time to push it back into its corner.
It's presence
Leaves you running from
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Heartbreak
The empty void that cannot be filled
The sweet and bitter sorrow
Knowing that things just simply won't
Get any better tomorrow
The feeling that makes you want to scream
Until the bloody day is done
As you throw those love letters away
One by one
Can't forget the good times
Can't pretend the fun was all a lie
Can't wish I didn't remember
Because it hurts when he walks by
Reminiscing all the while
The laughs, the smiles, the secrets
Memories and hopes shattered
While my broken heart still frets
Standing here all alone
You'd think the pain would dull
But singing all the songs in the world
These thoughts reverberate against my
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Edit: 5.4.08
I think this is the one of the worst things I've ever written. I hate it more each time I read it, so I've stopped. If you consider favoriting it, PLEASE, take a look through my gallery, there is so much more that's actually WORTH reading than this. Though you are entitled to your opinion, and I appreciate any support.
Thanks. <3
Edit: 5.4.08
I think this is the one of the worst things I've ever written. I hate it more each time I read it, so I've stopped. If you consider favoriting it, PLEASE, take a look through my gallery, there is so much more that's actually WORTH reading than this. Though you are entitled to your opinion, and I appreciate any support.
Thanks. <3
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i find this to be amazing, i wish my ex had said this to me...it would have still hurt like hell but at least he would have made me feel less like nothing and not have lied...