Your drunk off his love,
high off his existence,
and terrified of his rejection.
You'll isolate yourself with
the feeling of sickness to
avoid the possibilities of being forgotten,
but in the process you are given up on
you lose what you had
because you didn't love it enuf to last,
so you lost what you thought you
always would
you regret all of it
because you were to busy
being precautions
in stead of taking risks with
the person you loved.
And now they are gone
and so is the felling you once loved...
But now you hate it.
The adrenalin pumping
the fury of your
cramping
stupidity
and hurtful manner
and you start to hate yourself
for neglecting what mattered most..
to you.
Love..what is it good for?
Absolutely nothing.
-(AD)

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My john green moments.
Historia CortaWhen I write or type I sometimes break out into this unbearable need to type what's on my mind. I call them, My john green moments.