Why I Hate the Word "Sorry"

"Can you tell me something? Be completely honest, okay?" I tried to keep my tone even as my heart raced in my chest. "Do you still love me?" Deep in my heart I knew the answer already. things just haven't been the same between us recently. It was as if a huge glass wall blocked me from him. I could witness the emotions changing, but I on the opposite side of the ever-growing glass could do absolutely nothing. There was a long pause; his answer came in a slow, sluggish response. "I..I'm to mixed up right now....I can't tell." Translation; no. "I'm sorry" this was his typical response. by this time I now loathed the word 'sorry' especially when it came from him. They're so warm and trustworthy so you let them in, but they soon enough turn into cold, glistening knives once they are close to your heart. I could even now feel the latest one sinking into me. I wanted so badly to trust it, to open myself up to its warm glow, but I knew better. I decided to take the less fatal blow, I ignored it. All the years practiced to hold back my most bitter tears now payed off. "Wait till later" I told myself. Now I could only wonder why. There are other guys, ones that wouldn't tear my heart into shreds, or make it beat so thunderously. So why do I keep coming back to him? Why is it that I always see his face when I'm falling a sleep? Don't I deserve better? I hurt from the pain he has inflicted on me, and I suffer because he doesn't love me. Pathetic! I wish I could just erase myself, be an illusion to everyone. No agony, no questions, no love, no hate, and no confusion.

Pet Peeve #7

That bad things usually happen to good people, the ones who don't deserve it. They are so kind, humble, happy and yet horrid things happen to them. And the people who do deserve the trials don't have such bad things happen to them!

Pet peeve #6

When people wine about how "fat" they are because they only fit into a size 0 instead of a 1, and say "How can you like me I'm so fat!"
Here's some advice, suck it up and go on with life! There are a lot more important things in life, than how much you weigh!!

My Own Romeo

It is true that the forbidden love is the most lusted for, I would know. I knew having him was to good to be true—for things like this always are--. There just had to be some catch, and of course, there was. I long for him to be with me, yet I find myself so far away. They try in harsh attempts to keep us apart, to keep me from his arms, but their attempts are in vain. Nothing can contain love. The power that surged to take us apart only made my love, and want for him grow stronger. I find myself thinking of him more and more, making my want my dominant emotion. I imagine him in my mind, his short flaming hair and shining eyes. I let my mind trace over and over the features of his face in my mind. Everything from the scattered freckles, to the smallest curve in his smile. I want to stand besides him, to feel the curve of his arms, to feel the warmth of his lips. It must be a sickness to think of another so often and so fondly. However instead of curing it, I let it rage and rack my entire being. It wipes out all of my common scene and replaces it with burning desire. Why must I suffer so? It is because I want, but cannot have fully, he whom I desire.

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My Truth

Your sorrow is my sorrow,
It hurts me every time.
Scolding, harsh, unloving,
I stand beside you, an invisible ghost.
I long for your arms,
but they belong to another.
Holding you up I bend,
break,
shatter.
Overwhelming pressure
I can't stand beside you without hurting
and yet,
I need to,
because if you stand tall, I stand tall,
but if you fall, so do I.

Pet Peeve #5

The word "Sorry". People say it ALL the Time and usually don't mean it! It is the most common word to be heard when your Hurting. People say it when they have nothing better to say, and the list goes on and on. Which is why I declare it the Worst word in the English dictionary. (Acta Non Verba=Actions NOT Words!)

Pet Peeve #4

When the only thing guys are good for is a great short story!