How am I supposed to feel love , true love.
When all love does is break me into thousands of pieces.
Love should be black and white, simple.
But it is multicolored.
Some days love is red. Blue. Yellow. Green.
But never black and white.
I am scared of love. I am scared of the aftermath it brings upon me.
Love is a pill bottle that I'm waiting to open.
Love is an ocean that drowns me.
Love is you. You suffocating me.
Not with your hands but your words.
"I ******* hate you" is the love I know.