I adore him. I want to be with him

I adore him.
I want to be with him always.
But he will never adore me, because he loves her.
She is a beautiful, free spirit, but he has lost her to a foreign country.
I want her to come back to him.
But not because it would bring him happiness.
But because part of me wants to hurt forever.
When he talks about her it’s like putting a hot pan to my thigh, or slicing my arm with razor, or sticking a finger down my throat — and I love it.
And I HATE it.
And I love it.
And it KILLS me.
And I love it.

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  • You are a freak!

  • Like pain ?!
    How about you put your head inbetween the refrigerator and the door and smash it across your head 2 dozen times

  • hmm... very strange. Do you like pain?

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