Why do we expose so much of ourselves to someone? We give up so much to make them happy. We lose ourselves in them, becoming them. And call it "love". Not realizing how unhappy we've become. That your old self is gone. That your favorite color isn't even your favorite color, it's theirs. That you, don't even care about yourself anymore..
And if they leave what's left? Nothing? Emptiness? We beg them, cry for them, and ask them to stay....why?? Because we've stopped loving ourselves. Because without them we will have loved for nothing.
I know you hate it when I sleep Because your anger is rarely more intense Than when I shut my eyes Comfortable on the couch Wedged between the cushion and the back Eyes heavy Drooping Trying desperately to stay awake for you.
I don't ever want to hear "I don't care" Come from your mouth again.
He was genuine, he was nice, but now he sets fire to my soul. He makes me look like a fool. Tried making me all his, like one of his sloppy art projects. He projected me into the sky just to shoot me down when I was high. I could almost touch the moon when i was with him and I loved it. Love is love except when it is hate and he loves to hate but hates to love. All he does is hate, He hates the fire in his stomach. He drinks tears upon tears but all it does is fuel. So one day you learn to **** fire with fire and now I watch him burn Now I’ll use his burst to start my ship and today I’ll touch the moon.