I want to teach you to love yourself the same way I do. And in everything you seem to hate I promise I won’t.
But in time I’ve come to accept what my heart doesn’t want to – that you’ve never been mine even when I wanted you so bad to be.
I was reminded that kisses weren’t contracts and I shouldn’t believe what a guy says in bed because he’ll tell you anything.
You were my first love and without your permission or your consent you lived forever within me altering my definition of the way I perceive everyone in my future.
I never asked for a label, only honesty. So tell me why am I made to feel crazy for being honest?
I fell asleep in puddles of my own tears and would wake up gasping for breath as you met me in my dreams.
Breakdowns remind us of who we are at our worst, but they also give us a chance to see who accepts us at the points when we aren’t ourselves.
But there is something lovely about the things and people too complicated for average souls. Most will walk by not appreciating the art in front of them. But then there will be others who stand in front of an easel, wanting to know everything.
We each danced so gracefully with each other’s demons it would have been easy to mistake me for your soulmate.
It seems so simple. Find someone you’re interested in and hope they like you back. But people make things so complicated.