Ya no tengo un titulo,

Complete and total adoration,
My gift to you, my heart was yours.
In ten weeks you shaped it,
In one night you murdered it.
Torn from my chest and laid at your feet,
That first step you took was the worst.
Since then you've walked a thousand miles in silence and short remark,
I still have these memories,
But we'll never see what we could have been.
Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now?
Remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go?
Remember, cause that's all you can do.
We'll never make another memory,
We'll never make another memory.
I wish I'd have died in your arms the last time we were together,
So I wouldn't have to wake without you today.
This time I thought things were real.
You said they were, what happened?
You were a priority, was I an option?
I let you see a side of me that I don't share with anyone.
Promises are just words unless they are fulfilled.
you knew from the beginning all I had to offer you was my heart,
I'm sorry that wasn't enough.
So, we'll go our own ways,
And hopefully you'll remember the things I've told you,
Hopefully you'll understand that everything I said was in sincerity.
A broken heart is not what I wanted from this,
But I guess I've learned from it.
But aren't you supposed to learn from your mistakes?
I don't consider this a mistake,
I just wish the story didn't end this way,
Cause I'm still in love with the person who helped me write it.
Remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go?
Remember when we talked about where we'd be a year from now?







No se ni que hago aqui tecleando mas letras ordenando mas palabras en unas cuantas frases para explicar mi verdad, me habia despedido es verdad, pero contar historias es mi verdad. Mis palabras son mi verdad, ironico verdad? Siento que si no escribo no vomito ese ... dolor no lo es, ese? No se como llamarle a eso. Siento que si no escribo perdere mas la cordura aunque en verdad no se donde esta, jugabamos a las escondidas segui contando & ella se canso de esperar asi que se marcho en un viaje de placer. Quiero gritar. La calma se habia apoderado de mi, mi arbol de paciencia esta dando buenos frutos pero aplican a la inversa, sigo tan desesperada como siempre, adelanto mis relojes para ese momento que tanto espero. Por que tardas tanto en llegar? Debo dejar de nadar en la basura, no me debo esforzar por un pedazo inmovil de mierda que te jode, es demasiado vacio como para valorar. No corras en circulos no eres un perro persiguiendo su trasero. Escucho las advertencias. A pesar de lo duro que sea tu SI tienes luz al final del tunel, sigue la luz no es tan complicado.