Thu, 06/11/2015 - 22:11 -- meowlli

We spend endless nights
wandering around
for a simple answer
nowhere to be found.
We scream and yell,
cry and swear
that love is all we need
but it is never what we receive.

We spend entire days
wondering if anyone
could ever care,
the same way
we care.
But the way
we love and feel,
so intensively,
is always a waste;
no one is ever going
to love us the same.

We spend our lives
trying to complete one another.
We waste our lives
trying to "fix" ourselves,
to be with someone
that would rather
just walk away,
than to see us happy, again.


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