"What do you do? When the only one that can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?"
"I look at you and I don't see stars anymore. No longer do I gaze at your constellations. You were my sun and I was your moon; forced to forever orbit the same earth but never touch"
"All I wanted was for you to tell me you didn't feel the same before I fell into your spell. But you didn't and instead you lead me on for so many toxic months. When I realized you kept me around because you found satisfaction in the way I loved you, I destroyed myself to be someone you could love. It's been six months and I'm still trying to figure out the spell to your heart. Why was it so easy to figure out mine? I'm no magician."
"He was one of them people," she said.
"You know the ones who love badly. The ones who make you feel like you take up more space than you deserve. The type who abandons you when you need them the most, the type that eventually leaves you believing that love is an awful, awful thing."
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Unsaid Feelings
Poetry« collection of my feelings » You are still my favourite yet most painful story to tell
