you are a drug to me my mind is warn down and tired of the reoccurring thoughts of you
a broken record on repeat.
but my heart still wants you desperately. you are no good for me but i crave you your stories, your laugh, your touch, and the way you cared about me so deeply for a moment in time.
The beautiful thing is life goes on. even when the rain begins and the dark clouds roll in flowers will be growing. There is beauty in darkness. you must open your mind enough to see it, feel it, let it consume you.
you must find beauty in the cracks of your soul the little broken pieces are what set you apart from others, this is where the light shines through where your beauty is illuminated.
behind the promises the poetry the music the endless conversations with your hazel eyes that said more than your lips ever could was your hollow heart your hollow love. e.reed