love always ends up feeling
like a thousand thorns
piercing my heart,
whenever it feels vulnerable.
what is love?
i say, as my heart is already in pieces, from being broken by,
what i used to believe was "love".
even when my heart
wants me to fall in love all over again,
my body feels heavy,
my thoughts are racing,
and the part of my heart,
which fell into my gut,
tells me to not,
as it doesn't feel loved
by others or me.
i feel sick to my stomach,
knowing that people,
like [redacted],
still go on with their relationship.
how can you call it "love",
when neither of you,
can even say,
what is the other person's
favorite color?
a relationship
that becomes romantic
without being friends before,
always ends up as a disaster,
how can you love someone,
without knowing all of the
stupid stuff about them?
