cure

 (PROLOGUE)

In this world, you will fall in love with someone. You will cautiously look at them when they look away at someone else. You will smile when they smile, and be happy for them no matter what. You will learn their favorite color, what songs comfort them, what tv shows make them laugh, what their favorite novels are and one day you are going to fall so in love with them that it hurts to see them upset. Nothing will matter to you unless they are happy. 

One day, you will love someone so much that it will hurt, that it will break your bones and leave you restless as you dream you were in their bed at night and it will hurt so fucking bad. It will make your tongue slip words out that were laced into the deepest crevices, and make you do things your hands had been programmed not to do. 

You will burn and one day, when they fall in love with someone else, right infront of you. You will realize that love isn’t as wonderful as you had thought.

In the midst of all of this, people loose themselves, people kill themselves, people change and nothing is the same and for this reason I am bitter. For this reason I can’t believe that something wonderful can happen on rainy days and that calm before the storm is actually real. Because of this I can no longer be endearing and beautiful but I must be hard and bitter and unforgiving. 

"sink in through your skin to your blood cells, romove whatever makes you hurt but I am to weak to be your cure."