You are a losing battle. You are my lost cause.

You are the hill I keep climbing but I reach the apex and then I am pushed down.  

Sometimes I believe I am doing it to myself.

Hindsight keeps telling me this is all my fault.

You gave me so many indications.

I should have run away a long time ago, when your betrayal was raw and unkind.

When I found out you didn’t know how to love someone or how to be loved. 

"She moved on and I feel sorry for you, because she overlooked your flaws, your temper, your selfishness, your inability to love anyone but yourself. She could have anyone in the world, but she still chose you every time. All you are now is a crease in her past, a scar on her chest, a memory that fades faster than a photograph of you in a sealed box, hidden. Maybe now she will fight for someone who loves her, instead of someone who sucks the life out of her, never satisfied, even with her beating heart in his greedy hands."

(via alouchee|| Telling me the truth.

(Source: falling-apart-broken-promises, via yadetdakam)

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