" I hate you for hurting me "

-filmythings

Margaret Atwood, from True Stories: Poems; "True Romances," originally published in 1981

your love was killing me, so i left.

not because i was afraid of death, but because i had no intention of turning you into a murderer

hvala ti za svijetlo kad sam hodao mrakom

i nema prozora u koji ne gledam

jos te oci traze…

prokleta bila znala si sve

da zivim i umirem od tebe…

you'd think these walls I've built between us are secure but the slightest tap from you and they crumble every time

~i always allow you to hurt me

i dreamt of you last night woke up so angry with longing you’re not for me my heart and my mind knows but for a second you felt like love i realized i can’t blame my dreams for getting that part so very wrong

~why won’t you stop pestering me with possibility

the worst feeling is when you don’t wanna give up on someone but u know you have to.

laku noc ti jos pozelim svaku noc…

koliko sam zboog tebe samo zora cekao…