(via deadon)
damned if i do ya, damned if i don’t.
you really have no clue whats going on with me. you asked to take a break, and with those words my love was full of confusion. was everything we went through just a dream? i know that my love for you is strong, but i do not know how long you are going to be gone for. you should just know that i will be forever yours. nobody but yours. all i honestly think about is you, i have no friends. therefore, i am telling complete strangers about my feelings. why is it that when i’m upset i listen to our song, or cry in your sweatshirt? its because i love you and i don’t want you to leave me. you make me feel so content. so peaceful. like your my drug, nothing has ever felt better in my life but the smooth sound of your voice. the touch of your lips on my back. the feeling of your warmth and the blood in your veins. i wish i could serenade you back into my arms. i really wish i could. i know people say that nothing lasts forever, but i know that we could. we can last forever. just let me try, please. let me see if we can keep this going, don’t just shutdown on me, you were always there for me and comforted me when i felt insecure. you asked me for your hand in marriage, and made me believe it would happen. what went wrong with that? did you just decide that you could leave? leave without saying goodbye? why is it that i am full of emotion, crying as i write this, but you don’t have the decency to talk to me? i don’t know if it’s because i’m a whole four years younger than you, age and maturity wise. but i do know that i can make smile, i can you laugh, and i even can make you feel content just in my presence. i will always be here for you, don’t forget that. you are forever mine, i can’t let you just leave. i can’t. i need to hear from you, to pick up my phone calls, to hear me out. just the sound of your voice gives me goosebumps. i remember falling asleep in your arms and the feeling of your heart beat was angelic. perfect. holy. i believe from this day forward that i am perfect in my own ways, i shouldn’t ever doubt myself. it’s not worth it. i am who i am, if you don’t like it; idgaf. if god were real, why would he be so cruel? tell me that and i swear it pigs will fly, and i’m not just talking about that one fat girl everyone knows. i mean like a legit alive pig flying. not just throw him off the roof and pretend he is, like he needs to be up in the hair. like way up in the freaking sky. that is all for tonight. 7/19/11
— Bob Marley