Coco J. Ginger

I__ mistaken_.for thinking you were someone with a heart worth breaking.

When you miss someone....it__ weird_your body doesn__ function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart_it__ not steady_my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold_like you_your soul.

You__e no idea the restraint I__e created. A word, which in a past life, never held special meaning for me, flows now through the blood of my veins as if to remind me it was always there. Like you, always there. You said I was not strong. So I created strength to fight against these natural feelings which keep me tied to you. I drew a line in the sand so I would not step towards your door again. I have boundaries, strength and pride. What I do not have is you. And that is the only part I wanted. You__e no idea the restraint I__e created. You__e no idea the bold wall I__e built to keep me out of your compromising arms.

The world I held so closely, she played me like a game,I released and left her laughing to stand on my own two feet.

7amThey said that I__ forget you,and I knew it wasn__ true.But sometimes I wake up now,and my heart__ no longer blue.I press the Keurig button,dancing across the room__ometimes it__ nearly seven,before I__e thought of you.And though we sleep together,all night side by side,one day I__l have my coffeewithout you in my mind.

MY MOONI'll always wonder what time it is there; if you're dreaming, or awake. My moon is your sun; my darkness, your light. I'm in the future, you'd jokingly say.And I know where you are, because I'm watching you from the past.

A POCKET-SIZED GIRLHe keeps me in his pocket for a rainy day; he swears I'm not an object as he yo-yo's me away.A friend is what we'll call it,but my friend, he does not know,each time it rains I love him_ so to his pocket, I must go.He thinks he's being clever,but I am not a fool;his love ain't worth a penny,so to my heart I must be cruel.

A WISHSometimes I wish that he will liveand I will see him.But mostly I wish that he will die, and take my memories with him.

WORTHYIf you ever decide to feel_ feel this:I love you. I always have. I always will.Not because you're charming, beautiful or lovable.But because I choose you.Everyday I wake up and I choose you_ again, and again, and again.But if you cannot feel, and if you never feel this, then know:I do not love you. I never have. I never will.Because you're not worth my love.(Come back my love, I am drowning.)

_so many ticks steadily around the clock. My heart beats ferociously, as if to say it will not digest this leaving. But you are gone. I could never look into your tormenting eyes again. You mock me with each word you choose_. of the millions of words in the English tongue you could have chosen_you select the one__ that break me down.

I wait, you play. You speak, I cave. I promise, you break. You game me, daily, you play me.

....finally I see that it__ never been me, just a blanket that keeps you warm. Easily tossed alongwhen something flashier or someone prettier comes along. Your heart I held so carefully, I see, this was all just a game...

And I don__ even like you, but the pain of life without you is biting.

She stabbed him with her wicked pretty knife, disrupted his simple life.She's a player, a heartbreaker,and now she breaks alone.

I HOLDIf I could have had him,I could have let himgo.But withoutthe having there was nothing__o to the nothingIhold.

I won__ let you have it. I won__ give you this moment. I won__ let you fill up this valuable organ...I own it. I won__ do it. I can__ think, I won__ think about it.

Sometimes you want to say, __ love you, but__et the __ut_ takes away the __ love you_. In love their are no __uts_ or __f___ or __hen_. It__ just there, and always. No beginning, no end. It__ the condition-less state of the heart. Not a feeling that comes and goes at the whim of the emotions. It is there in our heart, a part of our heart_eventually grafting itself into each limb and cell of our bodies. Love changes our brain, the way we move and talk. Love lives in our spirit and graces us with its presence each day, until death.To say __ love you, but_._ is to say, __ did not love you at all_.I say this to you now: I love you, with no beginning, no end. I love you as you have become an extra necessary organ in my body. I love you as only a girl could love a boy. Without fear. Without expectations. Wanting nothing in return, except that you allow me to keep you here in my heart, that I may always know your strength, your eyes, and your spirit that gave me freedom and let me fly.

Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue.Words you can__ have back, so they linger.