I chose you. I pick your thunder; I want rain over anyone’s sunshine any day.
I need you. But you have a fragile core and shy away from conversation.
I need your warmth, but you fade out away from the natural beauty of human touch.
Like a flame dissolves in rain, you dissolve from my grasp.  Whenever I get near, you retreat further than before.
Your own wants desires and fears keep you up at night and locked away from friendships, but the loneliness is silent and suffocating.
Your breath tickles my ear and ignites me all over, the twinkle in your lazy bright eyes contract my muscles so I can do nothing but stare. Your smile sets mine off till we’re both grinning like fools.
When I blink I no longer smile, but ache. I stare at the thin air because I feel hollow, empty and cold and no longer loved. I feel cool because with your absences took my warmth and happiness.

The kisses you trailed down my wrists have become scars. The warmth you made me feel has never felt colder and the memories have never been so painful. They have become nightmares and love has become agony.
You were on top of the world whereas you were mine. You were acting; I wasn't. I was hurt and you just lied. You are a walking contradiction and I'm caught in the middle

My pillow is heavy with unshed tears and the crimson slits hold the evidence. But you don't want to know about that. You want to hear how okay I am and what crazy weekend adventures I had. You don't want to know what the adventures are hiding you don't want to know if I'm okay. You just want me to be another number in the system another student you can't pick out of a crowd another girl to throw away just like the last. You don't want to know how I am.

Romance is like Hell, its hot and fiery and you're guaranteed to get burned. It is a way to feel. A way of life. It is crazy and unnatural yet something about it is luring and contagious and you can not ever get enough.
The 'I love you's are the gate way to this place with no return as an absolute. But after a while and it calms, the heat becomes overpowering and knocks you sideways .
Romance is hell, its hot and fiery and you are going to get burned.

We all know the story of a blade to sensitive skin, hiding an even more emotional soul. What they do not know is how the blade is so out of place. It isn't wanted there. We all know the outcome a sliced arm and a shattered soul.
Its like reading a book and never wanting it to end in fear of finding out the ending, whether they do get together, or whether they did actually die or it was all a dream. We don't want to know, we want to keep imagining their lives and their adventures.
So why is my favourite series written all over my body, but not in a language anyone can understand?

Do you know how hard it is to look your best friend in the eye and not have any words to say? Do you know how much hate I bring myself because not a single word I can utter to bring them an understanding? Do you know what it's like to admire them and feel everything and nothing because you aren't sure what you feel but know that it isn't mutual?

Do you know what it's like to watch the palest skin darken with blood all while screaming their name? Do they know or have the faintest idea what it's like to not feel at home in my own body. To want to tear it to shreds from the inside out but the only thing shedding is emotionless tears. My chest beats faster and faster but the pain comes and echoes in my hollow empty space.

I'm hurt; I'm dying inside slowly day-by-day just a little bit more with every passing second. But what's killing me more is knowing I'm hurting you more.