10.19.11
I'm done writing love poems.
I'm sick of emotions overpowering reason.
I had it all under control.
Hello. Hook up.
**** up.
Then leave without looking back.
Without feeling even the slightest bit bad.
Why can't I leave you?
Why don't I want to?
These questions haunt me.
But I try not to overanalyze
because that is how I break down.
Happiness is relative
and depression is necessary.
Because without sadness,
There is nothing to appreciate.
And I appreciate this.