It was so easy with my first love. I never thought twice about my feelings for her. Loving her seemed so **** effortless, like breathing. She filled my lungs with pure oxygen and pumped blood through my heart.

But you, ******… It is so hard to figure out what I feel for you. It’s like you shove smoke down my throat, into my lungs, making it so hard to breathe. You fill my veins with poison, slowly stopping my heart with each beat. But for some ******* reason, I still believe I love you.