It hurts.
How you say my name only when you're upset with me, and not when you've been overwhelmed by your love for me. I've not heard you utter my name as though it was the only thing keeping you sane, like I've done countless times because you alone make this life worth living.
It hurts.
When the only time you look me in the eyes is when you can't stand me. Even though I've caused you to despise me in the moment, you wish for me to see it in your deep, chocolate brown eyes. I wish I could say my mouth was a graveyard filled with the words I've let die on my lips.
It hurts.
Loving you so indefinitely, yet feeling as though all I do is cause you to feel stressed, pained and depressed. How can I wish to fill you so full of love when you tell me how I make you so unhappy? How can I live with myself when the only person I want to give my all to is completely unsatisfied with all that I am?
It hurts.
Knowing I'm not enough when that's all I've ever wanted to be for you. Time and time again, you've proven that I'm not what you want. I'm not what you need. And that's fine with me, because I hope you find what you're looking for.
It hurts.
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Twisted Truths
RandomHello! This is going to be a collection of random little writings. Some of these are old, which means they will be edgy, you've been warned.
