Your words are like drugs and I am addicted.
It scares me how quickly you can lure me in and how blind I become.
I know you are all wrong for me yet I keep wanting you.
I crave your presence and your words you speak, those words that make me feel like I'm high.
I have never understood how an addict can stay an addict, how any human could purposely do something that you know is harmful to themselves and not just walk away.
But boy, you make it easy to relate.
I am so afraid of hurting my heart. And I cannot believe myself that I still let you. I guard my heart, with concrete walls that are indestructible to some, but yet when I see you they just shatter and my walls have broken again.
I need to escape this or else I'll die of an overdose of you.

I wonder when these feelings will fade.

You made a poet fall in love with you
And expected her not to write sonnets about your eyes
Haikus about the way you kissed her in the moonlight
Expected the fire in her heart not to inspire couplets
You made a poet fall in love with you, and when you left
Expected her not to write pages about the ache in her chest
Write a soliloquy dedicated to her tears
Expected her not to feel every gut wrenching moment of the pen hitting paper like your words hit her in the most vulnerable places of her mind.
You made a poet fall in love with you, and you expected her to be silent.
That is no fault of hers.

happiness is
to happening
changes from good to bad
it is joy be found in sorrows days
   true salvation came
by Jesus blood did take my blame
   subdued my shame
     in Jesus name I pray with love
Rejoice! make known!
everywhere His name is there
    the voice in side to bring us near
in His Word I see loud and clear
in struggle and strength
society gone away
happy and sad
It is Jesus Christ we need
for true life
to stay

I think the hardest thing about breaks ups is knowing that same person who said I love you will say the same exact words to someone else. That there touch going down your arms and shoulders would be done on someone else. That all those promises of getting married starting a family would just be empty but whole to another. Knowing there sweet gentle lips would never touch yours but another's. And after thinking back to all the moment's y'all have had you realize that it's rehearsed every word like a play. That every promise was made with another before and soon to be after. That always and forever would always haunt your mind and wonder if it'll happen again. That your deepest secrets have come clean and now nothing but bitter regret. I guess that's why I hate relationships. Because you never know who truly would be the last.