Love

They say that love doesn’t last. They lied, because it sure is hard to stop loving someone. No matter what they do to you, you wish on every star for a miracle for this love to die. Love is just like memory; it’s in me running every moment my heartbeats. I’ve given it so many tries, but I can’t seem to walk away. What kind of love is this that instead of making me happy, it drags me down. When will you come around and realize my love is just waiting for you to wake up. I hate you so much; for I cant stop loving you. I stay up all night like I do every night damning you for taking my most valuable possession. Just wondering where you might be, then you come to my bed and you give me empty kisses. It hurts to see you and remember how much you loved me once. Why wont you leave me, you are with me like a ghost always appearing when I least expected. I close my door only to realize you are inside me already. How can you be in me when I’m so lonely? I don’t even ask for our love to resurrect, instead I ask for resignation that it’s dead. I see your eyes and he is gone. All I was left with was Notes From The Author: To the dead. Originally written by : celi1020

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