Here you are.
Some days are harder than others.
I guess that's just what breakups are..
One persons walks away all relieved,
and the other person falls on the floor every once and a while and just can't
Think
breathe
Live?
They think to themselves.
"What did i do wrong?"
"Is there something i could have done to change it? To make it better?"
Then they think harder.
And even harder..
then they cut...
Then they slowly die inside every day.
But every other day that they don't, they walk tall with a smile on their face and act like its all ok.
"its all better now."
"I'll be ok."
But they're not.
And they cannot be fixed till another lover come along and fixes them.
Assures them that it is all okay and that they are loved.
Then the same story happens again.
Another lover leaves you laying on the floor in tears, with blood dripping down your wrist.
Then your friend comes and and explains " you did nothing wrong, he didn't deserve you."
but you don't believe them although you should..
You cry and cry and wish that you could..
But you new and new that you never would..
Because love is like a wheel that never stops turning.
Like a carousel that never stops spinning.
Like the earth that never stops turning.
Like a spinning top that never stop spinning.
Its like a cigarette once you start you can't stop.
Love is a game.. Make sure you're brave and strong enough before you enter or you might not be able to handle the things love can do to you.
