why am i writing this at 2 am

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there was once a time i believed in love
i believed in all the cheesy, gooey, gross things that come with giving your all to someone
then i got hurt beyond repair
and i stopped believing
i thought it was too stupid
too cheesy
too hard
too hurtful
and then i met her
and everything that had been so hard with u
became so incredibly easy with her
it all fell into place
and lined up
and worked
it's still working
and now
i think maybe
i believe in love again

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