I feel like love is like a sword, not a double edged one, just a regular one.

You start off grasping the handle, but you drop it over and over, each time it falls with the blade facing you. You have to pick it up every time, cutting yourself another scar of failure, each one getting more painful then the one prior.

Sometimes you think it will land with the hilt facing you.

The only real question isn't how it lands. It's that you have to realize you can easily just pick it up by the handle, it's a lot harder and not as easy as grabbing it by the blade, but it's always been option. You just have to realize it's there

You left me to
Decay

I wonder if you ever loved me
You're insane
You're beautiful
crazy
lovely
Always lonely

Will you ever make it

You got masks
for every new person

Growing up alone
You never know

acting like a *****
Love isn't enough for you

Will you ever make it
I wish you never faked it

I was
always loving you

Where did my heart go wrong  

Now I feel nothing

No more
No more