Jealousy, turning saints into the sea.

Love sees only the good. Hate sees only the bad. The jealous must see all, for it is love and hate coexisiting.

It is a night spent crying, not only for its prey, but also for its own victim of a heart. It is the torture of love found, lost and found again. It is the preditor that comes after abandonment. To some, it is nearly a whole other person in your self. As a deadly sin, the punishment for the enveous was said to be having the eyes sewn shut, for they have taken pleasure in seeing the envied suffer. Perhaps a suitable treatment, perhaps not enough. Imagination still wonders, still sees what is desired, yet untouchable. Imagination may prove to be your haven, the place you can run to and have all you want; But it may also suffer from wrath, accompanied by your jealousy. All you may see is the life you can not live. The life you would give anything for. Do anything for. How far would you go for the release? Do you trust your own mind enough to keep you safe, or would you turn your back on sanity as well?

Love Addict.

Love,
I never knew one word could be so heavy.
While it does make me fall occasionally under its weight,
and the scars won’t leave my blue knees,
I carry the word with the utmost pride.
There is nothing that could make me let go of this word.
This twisted, bewitching, sweet word.
I will hold this word in my tightest grasp.
Clench it, until I feel it as a part of me.
Yes, it is cruel and grievous at times.
But I continue to carry it,
for the ones who selfishly dumped it on me,
have become my entire existence.

Two inlove can make it, Take my heart and please don't break it.

"Love is when you shed a tear and still want him, its when he ignores you and you still love him, its when he loves another but you still smile and say i'm HAPPY for you. When all you really do, is cry. " -unknown author.

Pick me up now, I need you so bad.

I feel like an old broken doll. Beautiful and once loved, but thrown aside and forgotten for a pretty new toy. I wish some one would pick me up again, but I can't say i want to be played with anymore. Pity is starting to look more and more appealing. Maybe if I keep this painted smile on my face, things will go back to normal.

Hey Cassanova, Its Over.

Is it too much to ask for a little sympathy? Please excuse me if i impose. You clearly have your heart set on winning; You clearly show no remorse. Theres nothing left to intensify. These ambers are now ice. So go on and show me how to live, since your everything I'm gladly not. Go on and make up my mind, since I apparently belong to you anyways. The only reason I'll be there when you fall, is because I'll be the one pushing you off the edge.