I don't know why
My ribs hurt from crying, on the shoulder of a boy I hardly know.
I knew you loved him more, but sometimes i forget.
And when i realize, you're happier with him, than with me, it hurts.
Because i remember what it was like to feel safe.
I remember what it was like to feel wanted.
And the person who provided me that, now glares at me like i'm an intruder in my own relationships.
Why does he hurt me so? Why do i let him?
I should have stopped this long ago, but we all know "stop" is not in my vocabulary.
I am destined to be an island of a girl.
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I never loved him more than you, just in a different way.
And I'm really sorry for that; honest, but...I never professed to be someone I'm not.
Its not like that... and i'm sorry if i ever pressured you to try and BE that person.
I just.. know that in the end, if it came down to him, or me, you would choose him. And its scary, because you're all i have.
I hate the shadow that's settled in me because of that. The hauning feeling, i've had so many times before, that i am not as much to the ones i care about, as they are to me.
And i do it every time.
Hopeless devotion... i guess i'm just a silly girl.
There is no situation that would cause me to ever chose and in truth I don't know what I would do if I hate to choose. I don't think I could.
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