Poetry

Self Love.

I once told I boy I loved him and never saw him again. So love isn't real and neither are your dreams. Stop making wishes on falling stars. You're wish won't come true. You're nightmares will though. You'll wake up confused by the darkness around you. Stop saving everyone when the truth is you can't fucking breath. The person you're saving will forget you. They always forget the ones who lift them up because while you're lifting them they push you down. You get used to the dirt when you could be flying higher than the clouds. You get used to the demons when you could be with the hippies down the block. You get used to hating everything when you could be loving yourself.