for some people, love is still pure and good something you'd never think could do you harm the comforting arm around one's shoulder growing special as one grows older i envy those who still are in love those who still get butterflies the stars in their eyes the ones who bubble over and blush as their blood rushes through their veins those who have yet to feel the pain of true love
they say you don't know what true love is until that person rips your heart out leaving you to bleed out all over the floor and nothing in the world could ever be more true.
first you think you'll never find love again after your true love comes to an end you're a goner, your mind wanders and you ponder the thought of dying alone when you're old you're sold that that is your destiny then the anger rushes through you
you hate the person who was your everything who is now your nothing you wish hell upon them as your stomach turns you want their body to burn the way your heart burned for their touch you could never get enough, here you go again
you start to feel the sadness feels like madness wondering how long it will last, it doesn't forever I promise you just need to let the tears out no matter what you're crying about don't keep it inside or after some time you will feel like a bomb waiting to explode even though you don't want them to see how bad you are suffering
for some people, love is still pure and good but for me, it is ruined for good
easiest thing to write about. thank god I don't feel this way anymore, but I did for a long time.