I don’t believe in true love,
for it leaves just like a dove.
He ***** his wings and **** he’s gone
he leaves nothing, not even a song.
Love doesn’t fill my heart with joy.
Love makes me bend until i break like a toy.
He doesn’t love you like you think,
so let your blood poor out into the sink.
Darling, he doesn’t care.
Just don’t forget, never leave your arms bare.
The scars are larger than his love,
now go to heaven on his dove.

to me
love is
     our inside jokes that make me laugh until i cry.
love is
     tears being dried on the hardest days.
love is
     the warmth i get when our fingers intertwine.
love is
     stifled laughter from forbidden calls at one am, and
          secrets being shared with the one i fully trust.

love is more than a feeling.
love is an eyeroll, the butterflies in my stomach.
love is matching bracelets, lazy days, stolen kisses, and those returned.

love is promises kept, telling the truth, and holding each other up.

he made me believe in love again.

let me go
and
slap a label on me
that reads
FRAGILE

she said
will you love me when i'm crying so hard i can't speak
will you love me when i want to litter my arms with lines
will you love me when i'm broken and can't move
will you love me when i'm wordless
will you love me when i can't get out of bed
will you love me when the past is choking me
will you love me when i'm gaunt
                                                      pale
                                                           shattered


will you love me when the world is swirling
when i am numb

will you love me through it all?

who did this to you...
was it him?

I knew it was him from the very start
you just hoped he'd prove you wrong

didn't you?

your every word
reeked of toxicity
but i ignored it
and continued to love you
which is my biggest regret