“Falling for him was the best/ worst things I could’ve ever done. Because while I landed on rose petals , I was oblivious of the thorns underneath”

She talked about the stars , the moon , the pretty shades of the sky. But no one wanted to listen because all they wanted to hear was how much money her pocket could hold.
She wrote things to express herself
And all she heard was ” “it’s too deep” , “too depressing” , “why don’t you write something happy” . Nothing more , nothing less.
She sang her favourite song so they could understand her through the lyrics but , all they noticed was how her voice went flat on certain notes and how the pitch wasn’t right.
She talked about her fantasies for magnificent sunrise and sunsets , how she felt alive when it rained and how she never saw snow but just loved the idea of making snowman and angels but , all they saw was how she was a 17 year old immature girl who never acted her age nor wore make up which made her so plain and simple not like the other fishes in the sea.
She talked about general things , her life , what she loved doing , her passion , her heart breaks but all they wanted was to get into her pants and leave when satisfied.
They took so many photos just to get one happy picture to post on instagram so they could tell the world how happy they were.
While their relationship was corroding in the inside.
They did everything that lovers do but didn’t live each other. They were in a relationship of compromise and broken promises.
Eventually, she stopped reaching out. She did all her favourite things secretly. She fell in love with herself while trying hard to fall for the wrong one.
Now no one knows her personally but always wondered why she chose to distance herself from them.
She loved them like a gentle breeze but misses him like a hurricane.
She realised that the only downfall of having a good heart was that it’s constantly looking for angels inside demons and they always wonder why the good know so much pain