Bottle of Joy

Entry #39

I was always feeling something special for you.

Something I couldn't fine feeling towards other people.

I wasn't sure if that was the term for it. Or maybe I was scared to accept it wholeheartedly.

You see, I'm the fucked up kid in the corner.

No one will see how I hated to live this life.

How I wanted to die just to get away from it.

Love has been so terrible with me... or maybe I was too oblivious of it I was scared when it comes.

So why are you loving me despite the mess that I am?

How can I not doubt your love if myself can't find any reason to love me?

How can you love me with all the broken pieces?

Honestly, you're not the problem because like always, I am.

If I accept your love will you take care of me?

Because I'll probably die out of another heartbreak.