the most beautiful thing about love is you can choose who you want. the saddest part is so can they.

You built the hopeless romantic within me. I looked for hope of life within you. You dug my grave and told me to fall in love with you, and I did it without a thought. Now all I can see when I close my eyes is how your face falls when you see me and the pain in your eyes when you say you love me. I used to spend my time with an overflowing heart reminiscing about the cute paragraph stories you sent me telling me how you'll be mine to the moon and back. Now I sit with overflowing wrists and think about how one day, you're simply going to up and leave. You stab at my heart merciless, and pour salt in my wounds where you told me it's sugar. And you know I won't simply up and leave because you've got me wrapped around your little finger. I used to roll my eyes at my mother when she said you're too young to love, but now I wish I had been a good little girl and listened to her wise words. I never know what will come next, so I'll sit and wait in belly flipping anxiety and stress for the next I love you when you want me, or I hate you when you don't.

while you swim in the ocean of pointless I love you's you've created in my lungs, please try to remember I can't ******* swim