Love is tricky for you, isn’t it
You lift me up to touch the clouds
And I soar among the birds
But then it starts to rain
And feels like it was never real
Did I do something wrong?
I probably did
But when you drop me to go offer someone else the umbrella
You leave bruises on my heart
It’s almost purple now
But then once I start to heal
You bring me an umbrella
And everything repeats all over again
Am I really just being needy
Do you even realize how much this hurts me
I don’t think you do
Because if you realized how damaged I’ve become
I don’t think you would keep coming back like it’s always sunny