i tell myself that i have moved on. i convince myself that i am happy. but i'm not. i am alone and i know the only person who can make me feel loved loves someone else. i look at them, happy and in love, and i want what they have, i want what she has. i want you. but you'll neversee my desire, i'll never let you know. i hurt you, now i will hurt because of it. you are happy, and i have no right to take you away from her. you wouldn't even come. so i find happiness in your happiness. and i constently tell myself that this is moving on...
kieto_aimi · Sat Oct 06, 2007 @ 11:46pm · 1 Comments |