I don’t know what love is.
I mean I know what some love is,
I mean I know what love is
I know the type of love you give your mother
And the type of love you get from your best friend
But true love.
I don’t know what true love is.
But I can imagine because I’ve been told what is supposed to be
How it’s supposed to feel like
What it’s supposed to look like
But the thing is I couldn’t really explain it to you
Because I’ve never had that love
I’ve never felt that love
I’ve never been that love.
But I’ve seen that love.
I’m told seeing the love is enough to completely imagine what it feels like.
But I know for a fact it doesn’t come close.
I want that love.
I really do.
But at the same time. I don’t.
I really don’t.
Because I’ve seen how this love can crumble as easily as it was built.
I’ve seen how it can tear you apart from the inside out.  
But worst of all.
I’ve seen how it can make you the happiest person alive.  
And you never know when it’s going to disappear.
-y

Theres part of me that doesnt know you.

Theres part of me that knows you.

Theres part of me that wants to know you.

But theres part of me that doesnt want to know you at all.



A bigger part of me.


The biggest part of me.

And over time it's become all of me.
I don't want to know you.

All of me never wants to know you.



Ever again.

but i cant seem to forget you.