True love i thought i found it when it happened i thought i'd burst.
As time went by i was astounded how true love could really hurt.
His face his smile was perfect i thought i had it all until i saw his twitter page and sunk i felt so small.
It only made me stronger to see he was just a tease every ******* his twitter page were begging on their knees.

I will love you because I promised it was real
and true love isn't conditional
so I'll pretend we aren't falling apart
and that disappointment isn't my new best friend

I'll pretend it does not hurt
and maybe I'll start believing it
but excuse me if I trip a little on this journey of lies
sorry if i explode every now and then because it become to much
I will clean up any spillage from my heart
and like a good girlfriend
I will tell you
I
Love
You.

if,

one-day

you ever read this.

I hope you maybe, just maybe

understand

why I am incapable

of ever leaving you alone.*

...

I spent that hole year, trying to make you like me.
I was an absolute idiot, yes I'll admit it.
Then I was scared that the year would end, as of course it would
inevitably.


So when the end did come,
as of course it would.
I wept and crept
away from the sun.
Into my dark mind away from everyone.

Then I could not extinguish that flame,
that you'd so annoyingly implanted,
in my heart,
in my mind and brain.

So I kept on getting singed,
moth to a candle,
flame that you are,
and I cringed...

But again I tried, to see you,
though it was always cut short
and I never knew if you loved me or not
But I will probably always continue to try to

He said,
She said,
madness.
The cup is filled to the brim.
It is spreading,
not like a plague.
Please accept this illness as a sign of our good will.
Things will get darker before they
explode.
There is a reason for everything.
The plan has been laid out for
the world to mend.
He said that she said
pick the apple.
The voices become a roar,
echoing through the frontal lobe.
Where does the madness begin?
It begins with us.
It ends with us.
We are the complication.
We are the unbalanced equation.
He she,
she said,
madness.