I hate that I love him.
Hate that every time that I see him it hurts.
Because it does, so badly. I can't imagine a pain worse than this.
Whoever invented love is stupid. Because love isn't worth the pain that it causes.
Music is the only thing that can soothe me. I pluck the stings on my guitar and listen to the chords that are clean, flawless, beautiful. The notes twist through the air, floating, incandescent, carving rainbows amazing enough to make people cry. Make me cry.
But even those few tears are full of music, which is what hides inside me.
He is music too, and perfect, and everything else under the sun. I am plain old me. Broken. He is beautiful.
He has taken so much of me that I'm not quite sure who I am, anymore.
I dive under the music and use it to hold myself up. To be happy. To build an island in this sea of pain. I feel so broken, but for once I feel, invicible, unstoppable. Because I can be me. On my own no-one can judge me. Life is weird and unexpected. I'm so glad of this island of music.
YOU ARE READING
Im sorry and i love u </3
Teen FictionBoys, however stupid they are, they can break you. I wish that I didn't love him, but I do. He has broken me so badly, but I would rather that he was happy. I don't care about my own pain. How messed up is that?
