Love.
It's all the same;
the destructive kind,
the beautiful kind.
It's an obsession;
satisfied only by desperation.
it tears you apart,
it puts you back together.
It is weakness,
it is strength,
Without it we are alone;
with it we are forgotten.
It can be overturned so quickly,
it's nature changes.
Light to dark,
Dark to light.
Hope turns to fear,
fear turns to hope;
it's all the same,
Hate.

I set the photo of us as my home screen
because I thought that I would miss you less
but all it does
is remind me that you're not here
and you're not
mine

and after all that
he went and broke my heart in
twenty seconds flat