You told me you'd never put me in pain.
But tell me, What's your idea of pain?
Because to me,
Pain is sitting at my kitchen table,
Writing about someone who promised me the world,
And then took it back.
To me,
pain is never looking at your friend's eyes the same way,
Because they always remind me of you.
To me,
Pain is thinking someone loves you,
Until they don't,
With no ifs or buts.
What is your distorted,
Delusional,
Idea of pain?
Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 7:44 PM UTC
You told me you'd never put me in pain.
But tell me, What's your idea of pain?
Because to me,
Pain is sitting at my kitchen table,
Writing about someone who promised me the world,
And then took it back.
To me,
pain is never looking at your friend's eyes the same way,
Because they always remind me of you.
To me,
Pain is thinking someone loves you,
Until they don't,
With no ifs or buts.
What is your distorted,
Delusional,
Idea of pain?
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