I don’t know who I love.
Sleeping with you, head on your shoulder, makes me feel safe and secure. When you caress my face, it feels as if I’ve never known love until now. Yet the same hand that caresses my face ever so lovingly, is the same hand that I am terrified of. When you whisper sweet nothings into my ear, makes me feel so loved, yet....worthless. The same voice that I’ve fallen so in love with is the same one I fear, when it starts to get louder and more fierce. When things start flying across the room and everything is so strewn, then when I least expect it, a sharp blow across my face. Cheek red, burning, then mere seconds later, the only thing caressing my face is my tears.


I don’t know who I love.
Sleeping with you, head on your shoulder, makes me feel safe and secure. When you caress my face, it feels as if I’ve never known love until now. I’ve known you longer than I’ve known him, yet the moment never feels right. WE never feel right. I tell you I have feelings for you, you say that I am too young and there is nothing to feel. Yet, months later, out of the blue. “I love you.” I tell you, it is not love, its lust. You try ever so hard to convince me that you love me, but I feel you are only trying to convince yourself. After quite a while, I’ve finally realized who I love.


me.