Gianna Neufeld
Bio
Just my thoughts put into words
Stories (15/0)
Remember Me
everyone tells me that the feeling will go away. that i’ll just forget about you. and i want to believe that. so badly. but i just don’t think that i’ll ever be able to forget about a love like ours. i won’t be able to just let you go. i won’t forget who you are and who you were. i just simply cannot. it’s not that i want to, but sometimes i just wish i could stop feeling your hands on my skin, and your lips pressed against mine. for just a few minutes. it makes me want to run back to you. to tell you that i miss you and that i love you. but that’s not realistic. i can still hear your voice and the way that you said you loved me. i can still hear everything you’ve ever said, inside my head. i can feel your fingers running up and down my spine. i can taste your lips on mine. i can remember every single part of you. i can remember your green eyes, and the way that you looked at me. i can remember your curly hair after you just took a shower. i can remember the way your hands fit mine so perfectly. i can remember your eyes and smile when you would wake up in the morning and move closer to me so that i felt safe. i can still hear your heartbeat when i would put my head on your chest. i can remember every part of you from head to toe. i can remember the first time that you said you loved me and i thought you were crazy, but then i realized that i loved you too. i can remember the first time you kissed me and how my stomach felt like it was doing summersaults. i can remember all the firsts, every single one of them. i can remember all the stories we would tell each other, all the secrets we would share, all the memories we made, all the future planning we did. i can remember every word you said. but i can also remember the look in your eyes when you ended things with me. as if you felt nothing and you were completely numb to all feelings. i can remember all the times you fucked with my head. all the times that you promised you would change. all the lies you told. i can remember the look on your face when you finally lost me. when you knew i wasn’t coming back. but oh god did i want to just hold you close and forgive you for all you’ve done. i just wanted to pretend it was okay. like we were going to be okay. but we weren’t. we just simply weren’t. and that’s the decision I have to live with and the mistake you have to remember for the rest of your life. i miss you. but i can’t tell you. i love you, but loving you hurts more than anything in this world. so, i hope you remember me. i hope you remember all the small details, all the memories, all the firsts, all the plans we made, all the stories we told and the love we created. the good and the bad. the ups and the down. i hope you remember every part of me. and i hope you love me the way that i love you. i really hope you do.
By Gianna Neufeldabout a year ago in Poets
How It Feels
The best way I could explain how I felt with him was to compare it to waking up after a full night’s sleep. Falling in love with him was like waking up on an autumn day. With the sun shining and the birds chirping. The breeze lightly caressing my skin. And at night, the moon shined bright.
By Gianna Neufeldabout a year ago in Poets
The Little Things
They asked me what love meant to me and all I could think of was me telling you to text me when you got home, always. It’s you offering to drive because you know I don’t like to. It’s you sharing your dinner with me even though I said I wasn’t hungry. It’s the small gestures of patience, of showing that you want to be with me; even with my quirks. It’s feeling like you're home. It feels like belonging. It’s feeling held without being touched. Love is caring about someone else unconditionally; it’s making time, whether it’s convenient or not, it’s wanting them in your life through the good, the bad and the ugly. It’s all the little things that shape a word as big as love. Love is stumbling through life hand in hand with the person who will help you get up when you fall down, but who will also understand you and take a step back when you feel like you need to get back up on your own.
By Gianna Neufeldabout a year ago in Poets
Trying
the reason that we met is still so unclear to me. i don’t know whether it was for love or hate, happiness or pain. i’m still not sure what the true reason is. maybe we were brought together to heal each other; but how could someone who was hurting just as bad hurt the other even more. i began to think it was love, up until the love turned to some sort of hate. i thought that it was a forever thing, but forever is just a fairytale, I guess. you can’t promise someone forever when you’re not completely truthful with them. With all the thinking and digging i was doing, i started to come to the conclusion that you were just a lesson being taught on my journey of healing. you in fact taught me a lot, but at the same time you hurt me more than you healed me. maybe i was blinded by the fact that i wanted things to be so pure and real; that i pushed my feelings aside and wanted to love you for you. but i couldn’t love you for you, when you wouldn’t even open up to me about the simplest of things. it was like you were a mystery waiting to be solved but didn’t want to be solved; just forever remaining a mystery. how are you supposed to love someone that you truly don’t know? that was the biggest mistake. giving someone your all, and not getting it in return. i should’ve learned from past experiences. but i was so curious to try again. something along the lines of trial and error. you were so kind and so sweet, and you did win my heart over at some point. but the good was quickly paved over by the bad. i wanted things to work so bad, but how are we supposed to make things work when i’m the only one trying?
By Gianna Neufeldabout a year ago in Poets
It's Midnight
It’s midnight and you’re in my mind instead of in my bed. You’re so far away when I need you to be so much closer. I need your messy hair and loving eyes. I need you. I need you in every way that one person could need another. I need you laying in my arms. I need your voice whispering in my ear and telling me how much you love me. I need your lips pressed against mine, and our legs intertwined. I need to feel your smooth skin, while I trace my fingers along the shape of your body. I need your eyes looking up at mine with such passion, that it takes my breath away. But most of all – I just need your presence to get me through the night. To give me a reason to keep going. It’s midnight and I need you more than ever.
By Gianna Neufeldabout a year ago in Poets
A Fairytale Type of Love
being in love is so painful, yet so beautiful. there are so many highs and so many lows. there’s the good and the bad. the beautiful and ugly. but ill be damned if i let it destroy me once more. you become so blinded by the thought of a perfect fairytale happy ending. but thats not how it works. thats not how anything works. but quite frankly, i still believe in a love like that. I can’t help it.
By Gianna Neufeldabout a year ago in Poets