Valium

"Sometimes your love, it's just so pretty I just want to sink in and sometimes your heart, well it's just so pretty I want to live there;
Well I wish I could bottle it up and breathe it back like Valium. Sometimes your love is so quiet I don't even need to speak"

Big love, all round!

Hullaballu

No one will suprise me unless you do

♥

Realisations.

I finally understand that we were never just friends,

Thank you for never giving up on me and giving me the best and worst months of my life.

I'm starting to let go, although you're always going to hold this goddamned big piece of me, but I think I like it this way.

Your forever friend, for always.

You

When food is gone you are my daily meal

When my friends are gone I know my saviour's love is real

Your love is real.

Time after time I think "Oh lord, what's the use?"

Time after time I think oh it's just no good

Sooner or later in life, the things you love you loose

But you've got the love I need to see me through

♥

The Truth ♥

Question yourself

I advise you to ask yourself this daily, multiple times, but really consider it.

If you decide yes, then what is it that makes you happy.

And if it's a no, then what is it that is pulling you away from a state of sincere happiness.

Within this lies all the answers of those things that should stay and go within my own life.

Just an brief observation.

Fate:

"Whether or not you believe in fate comes down to one thing: who you blame when something goes wrong. Do you think it's your fault - that if you'd tried better, or worked harder, it wouldn't have happened? Or do you just chalk it up to circumstance?
I know people who'll hear about the people who died, and will say it was god's will. I know people who'll say it was bad luck. and then there's my personal favourite: They were just in the wrong placce at the wrong time.
Then again, you could say the same thing about me, couldn't you?"

- Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes.

Come and set me free

I'm not calling you a liar; just don't lie to me.

I'm not calling you a thief; just don't steal from me.

I'm not calling you a ghost; but stop haunting me.

I love you so much.

One Fine Balancing Act

I'm on a ledge. I'm walking forwards with either side of me being nothing more than two seperate gaping pits. I could keep walking along this ledge, however it's going to end soon, and these two gaping pits, one of deception, yet happiness and the other, one of truth and vulnerability are soon going to colide.

So I'm left with a choice and as soon as I make this decision there is no going back, no erase option. I will simply leap into the bottomless pit of my choice unable to crawl up the wall and over the other side should I discover I've made the wrong decision.

This decision effects every aspect of my life and sanity.

However, the problem isn't the decision...I know what I should pick, hell; everyone knows what I should pick. But I'm not ready to say goodbye to this yet: to you yet.

How long do I have left standing on this short ledge?

Don't stereotype me as a coward and assume that I am runnig from my problem.

I am not running at all. I am enjoying the solace in a field mingling in the two worlds together, life without choice.

Until then, I prepare myself to fall...

I'm still standing here..

Four months past since that time out the seclusions of your back yard.
I've slowly come to realize that you're not coming back for me this time.

Questionable

"If I told you things I did before, told you how I used to be... If you knew my story word for word, had all of my history,
Would you go along with someone like me?"

Burn

Your life is just one big mess; When did your heart go missing?

Authorise

"I have written us down, typed us up, and sent us out.
They will edit us, and say some parts are no good.
But i want your run-ons, your lack of punctuation;
You are so easy on my weak binding, my damaged spine."
♥

Leaving the stone unturned.

I'm learning the hard way to not ask questions that will only deliver answers that I'll never be able to prepare myself for.

The same goes for snooping, now that I have only uncovered secrets and tales that would have remained better hidden.

Lesson's learnt the hard way are the ones that are hardest to forget I'm told, however I am wondering what lesson I really learnt.

Trust myself and my instincts, or to falsely and wastefully put your trust in the person who continually hurts you?

Lesson learnt.

Sometimes you have to do the wrong thing, make the big mistake, to make it right and learn who's real ♥

The Best

Has someone taken your faith?
It's real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You'd die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
You trust, you must confess
Is someone getting the best of you?