Poor me knows how to love and not love those who need love but those that dont.
I know how to initiate deeds in twos, I know how to create something from nothing to loving from hurting.
Laughter is my soothing world it knows me better than anyone else.
Skeptivity is my dreadful world. Only it knows when im not well.
Love is my most favorite words that even when I don't know what to say I definitely will say it.
Happiness is my scapegoat bestfriend it uses me to please others and sadly I have no say.
Peace is the first love of every chapter I open ....it seizes endurence.
Hurt is my true friend and only thy knows my life.

We loved each other,
More than we did with one another,
You said I changed,
I said you never loved me,




We were estranged to each other.

It all started with the irritating cares and unwanted love but it was good
It ended up being love that included butterfly bugs in the stomach and beautiful smiles that brightened a day
It was fun, esspecially the morning texts and hearthy kisses and hugs, the meaningful *** and the emotions expressed.
It all ended when jealousy and love was misused
When lies came out to be displayed
When love disappeared instantly
When revenge replaced love
And when hurt became honesty
When loyalty had no use

All that in just a month
This was piercing my heart,
That I loved more than I loved myself
That I was an option instead of a potential candidate to someone
That I loved and tried by all means to show it but it wasn't enough

I hurt him and him
I caused myself pain and drought to my eyes
I caused instability and insecurity to my heart and mind
I killed the confidence of love just like they killed my confidence of trust
After so many days I still get sleepless nights, hoping that someday this will all be a dream and we'll all be good together but instead I wake up to a world of dishonesty and hate

We won't die for I know but we will be killing the most purest hearts..

I now know that it'll all be well.