And when he turned back to me after all that time, I told him:
I hope one day I can find someone that looks at me the way you do.
And when he rambled the truth so carelessly, I asked him
If when he leaves he pretends like it never happened.
And when he laughed with me all night like it was okay, I said to him:
I love you too.
And when he said that he was sorry, I admitted
That I didn’t think I could forgive it.
And when I went to bed confused, I think I was smiling,
Well I was sure I should’ve been crying.
Maybe I did cry.
It’s been a long time since I cried last.
It’s been a long time.
Maybe I did cry.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
by Edgar Allen Poe (via welcome-back-belly)
by Edgar Allen Poe (via welcome-back-belly)
(Source: summiting, via lajoiedespetiteschoses)












