I'm not the girl you want to marry, I'm the girl you'll choose for a night. I'm the girl you flirt with at a bar, takes home, and then never calls again. I'm the girl that you don't care about. I'm the girl that you think can handle it. I'm the girl who seems confident. I'm the girl who's outspoken.

I'm the girl with a broken heart.

I'm the girl that gives up.

R.M. Drake

Maybe she was your favorite person but you only wanted her when you felt alone.

Over and over

And so it is over. Yet again. Timing is everything, and we just can't avoid it not playing in our favour anymore. I can't live like this. Yet, all I want to do is to fall asleep in your arms. Wake up next to you. Read, laugh, talk, with you.

You can't keep this up anymore. The hours in the day is not enough and you can't fight it anymore. Yet all i wished is that you would have fought a little bit harder for me. For us. For this.

Cause the day I started excusing your behaviour, your actions. That was the day I knew I was in love.

Sex and the city

His hello was the end of her endings
Her laugh was the first step down the aisle
His hand would be hers to hold forever
His forever was as simple as her smile

He said she was what was missing
She said instantly she knew
She was a question to be answered
And his answer was I do

Open book

With all this love running around, completely wild and quite free. How come were not able to catch it? How come there is still so many mountains we need to clime in order to find it?

I just want to be with You. I'm that simple. No games, no jokes. I'm an open book when it comes to you. The only thing you have to do, is to read. Read me. And you'll find all the answers.

Wrecked ego.

I really thought things would change. By changing city, country, even language, things had to change. Paris is my freezone, here is nothing reminding me of you. Its only happy memories associated with this town, happy and non-forgetable, but in a good way. There aren't any looking-back-and-missing-what-we-had-memories. So why do you need to come here and fuck things up?
I just wanna feel good about myself again, and since you, I haven't been able too. I don't want to blame you, my confidence depends on me and me only. But what you did, wrecked me. And I don't feel good enough anymore. How do I feel good about myself again? I'm trying to tell myself that nothing has changed, I'm the same girl I used to be. Still as beautiful, still as charming, cause on the outside it all looks the same. So tell me again, why did it change on the inside?


You think that this time will be the right time. The time when everything goes right instead of wrong and that you'll love each other forever. And yes he's all you've ever wanted, and yes he's the one you've been waiting for. He's the one that is everything you should be, that pushes you to go the extra mile, to want something more of your life. He was color and you were the picture.

But then something happened, and suddenly it wasn't all perfect anymore. The moment was gone. And you were left alone to figure it out. Why you were here and not there, when you weren't happy. And then you realized it, it's not only up to you.. You need the other person as well. And thats when it all falls apart.


I can't force him to love me.
And this makes we weak. Pathetic maybe, but still the truth.


I just wanted to write. Write about feelings so strong that they could force you to do anything. Write about losing someone close, and to realise that life isn't that long. Write about people that made the most of their livingtime. Write about love. Love when it hurts you, love when it's making you happy. Love when it is everything. I wanted to write about the lifechanging choises we make, and why we do them.Why some people believe that you only have one soulmate, and about the people that have prooved them wrong. Theese were all the things i wanted to write about, but instead i wrote about you. About how your smile lights up the room and how your hair keeps falling down in your face. I wrote and wrote and wrote about evey single detail about you and your life. And then one day, you crushed me. Broke my heart. And i kept on writing, about you. And then i realised, i hade about all those things i from the very start had wanted to write about. I had written about how my feelings for were so strong for you, and how i did so many stupid things because of that. I wrote about how i would never find someone like you again, because there isn't enough time in a lifetime for two great loves. I wrote about how your choise of leaving me changed my whole life and ofcourse i'd write endless pages wondering why. And i wrote about love. Page after page about all the little things which resolves in love. And then one day out of the blue, I met a new you. A better you. A you that loved me and saw me.

I cant even if I want to.

Im sorry. I know you'll want whats best for me, and that you're all wondering whats going on. Why we aren't trying again, why I'm not trying harder if I now really want this. Why I give up and seem like I don't give a fuck. 
You want to know why?
Because I simply can't force him to love me.

I do.

Remember when I used to be the one you where looking for? When you always turned around to see if I was with you. When it was me you texted when you couldn't sleep. And it was me you wanted to tell everything to. When it was us you thought of when you were going to bed. When it was me you were wishing was there all the time?

Because I do.

I just need you to care.

Yes, I still care. Yes, it still hurts.





He might be Nice. Handsome. Funny. 

But he is not you.