Topic: Have you been in love? | |
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Some people are meant to be alone. Being alone is so awesome and at the same time really sucks, but when I get even a hint of the love feeling, it makes me feel truly alive. |
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Some people are meant to be alone. Being alone is so awesome and at the same time really sucks, but when I get even a hint of the love feeling, it makes me feel truly alive. |
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Some people are meant to be alone. oh most definitely! |
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Sadly yes, and burned every time.
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yes, but it wasn't reciprocated. awwww thanks, huney! xoxoxo! |
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yes, but it wasn't reciprocated. awwww thanks, huney! xoxoxo! yw |
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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. |
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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. actually you shouldn't hate love, since it's just an emotion; hate the person who screwed you over. |
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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. actually you shouldn't hate love, since it's just an emotion; hate the person who screwed you over. I don't hate love, but it is a wretched bit. The person I loved didn't screw me over. I don't really care on points of view with this one, I'm simply staying away from it...beauty of choice. |
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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. actually you shouldn't hate love, since it's just an emotion; hate the person who screwed you over. I don't hate love, but it is a wretched bit. The person I loved didn't screw me over. I don't really care on points of view with this one, I'm simply staying away from it...beauty of choice. mmhmmmm |
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Love requires compromise and Im not sure alot of people can do that. Its easier to be alone. But in the end very lonely. Agree! |
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All true, but your missing one thing. The drive to work... when you couldn't feel any more Whole, Any more of One person, because that one insignificant other, makes you feel like you have nothing else to worry about. And when that falls apart...you are left with a new black hole. I've loved and lost...I would have been better off to not of loved at all. Oh Fear, that saddens me to hear you say that. I felt that way when my husband died. BUT, in time I realized, I would never have changed it, given the chance, because I am a better person because of him. |
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if you let it.
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if you let it. You are right... |
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Edited by
robert1652
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Thu 08/13/09 06:10 PM
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with a woman?
Once some 44 years ago With myself? Ever since I have however lusted over so many I lost count |
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I've been in love, but apparently I'm not very good at it! LOL!!
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with a woman? Once some 44 years ago With myself? Ever since I have however lusted over so many I lost count |
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bah humbug aright chuck? |
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with a woman? Once some 44 years ago With myself? Ever since I have however lusted over so many I lost count |
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Love is a part of life. Life is not what happens to us. Life is how we deal with what happens. Walls bring the prince to battle the dragons. Have you met a prince yet that was worth a darn? There are no prince's in America... |
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