Curly hair, bright blue eyes, you couldn't see past the disguise.
You let me make your heartbeat shake, and felt my love reverberate inside your chest, making me your only reason for happiness...
but that's where it ends. your happiness is dependent on me, and truthfully, that terrifies me.
It's selfish to make me feel like I have to love you; for yourself. You're giving me that responsibility and making me not only fight my own demons, but fight yours In the progress.
It's never made because you drag me back, your happiness drags me back, back to those same words that are almost like an apology I am saying to myself, like my head is apologizing to my heart and to my mind.
Because who are you to give me more demons than I already have.
Your love is a joke. you pass off your demons to other people and develop feelings based on how they handled them.
You trash talk the ones not strong enough to support the weight that somebody's happiness weighs, and slowly, they start to sink too.
And when they're both drowning, how are they to save each other?