I have been naive before
and not the kind of naive where everything seems fine until it was too late
the kind of naive where I knew the risks but I still let it happen.
I hate myself for that.
I was so addicted to feeling loved that I didn't care who it came from or if I had to deal with stabbing pains just to feel something for a split second.
I wonder what it's like to feel my love,
because it is so intense.
I wonder what it's like to only take,
because I only ever give.
I'll hurt the next one just so I can feel in control.
I'll break them to make me feel whole.
I'll hurt them before they can hurt me.
So now what,
I'm the vain one?
Are you proud of who you created?
