Love? It's kind of complicated, but I'll tell you this the second you're willing to make yourself miserable to make someone else happy, that's love right there.
You asked me what was wrong, I smiled and said nothing, when you turned around and a tear came down and I whispered to myself everything is.
I would have followed her to hell if she asked me to and with all she put me through, maybe I did.
I used to think that if I loved you enough you would realize it and love me back, but I can only love so much for so long.
Do I really love her or am I addicted to the pain of wanting something I can't have.
I love you yet I hate you its like I want to throw you off a cliff and then run really fast to the bottom and catch you.
I don't know which is worse, keeping your love for someone a secret or telling them and risk being rejected.
I don't know which is worse, loving someone knowing its going to cause you pain or being in pain because you can't love
someone.
It hurts to realize that them people you thought you'd love for life don't love you as much as you thought they did and can do without you as if they never knew you at all.
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