It is when I fall for someone I am most destructive,
Not to him or her per say but to me the most;
Hitting myself too much for falling to hard.
Especially when I fell for the chance that I thought
that there was a possibility.
I should have gotten used to this,
Falling in love and then out, then in and out again.
I kept cutting myself from picking up all the broken pieces of myself;
So Just keep telling yourself, that the pain makes you happy.
I’m always at a disadvantage
How Am I hurt over and over
Is it because I let myself?
Or is it just because I just love the pain too much that making me happy would actually hurt me more.
The only thing I could do now is smile, and hope for the best for you two.
1, 2, 3, breathe; in and out
I close my eyes and it’s dark.
I stand here, with you near my presence.
I am absent to everything in this worl d except you.
Then you see your special someone, looking at you with such delight;
And You feel happy knowing that the both of you feel the same way.
You sing songs about the person,
In hopes that you’ll hide the pain;
You feel your body in hopes for finding yourself in the void.
But what you actually feel is the intense darkness that has been there for a long time.
It’s only just almost everyday that I see you,
when I think or should I say had thought; that I may have actually moved on from you.
I have been proven wrong.