You were poison mixed in with sugar and for the longest time, I was addicted to the taste, but I didnt realize the reason I started getting sick was because the sugar had run out.
Tag: love
it used to be you.
I’m surprised how quickly I became infatuated with a stranger I barely knew. And maybe it was because he was the first boy I saw that wasn’t you or was just someone so new; I cannot tell you specifically, I can only say how he made me feel. And I know the sky is mainly … Continue reading it used to be you.
relief.
And for the first time in a long time, I felt free. Free from unkept-secrets and broken-made promises. Free from hand-me-down love and recycled effort. For the first time in a long time, I felt at ease with myself; by myself; without you.
to love and be loved.
I gave a part of my life to you and in exchange, you gave me part of yours. And I savored every second, minute, and hour of it knowing one day I'd no longer be able to give you the life you were always meant to live. And that's the thing about love, you can … Continue reading to love and be loved.
intolerant.
I told him I would wait for him but by the time he came back, I had stopped waiting; when he asked me why, I said, “Because if you need time and space from someone you think you love, then you simply do not love them."
i asked Him.
I asked God to give me a sign. And He told me to look not at your past but instead at mine. At how the kind of person I was then is not who I am now, That over time the person inside me changed in ways I began to allow. And He said it … Continue reading i asked Him.
1:07 am
I shouldn’t be up this late, but I need you. I need your eyes; I need to know what they see. I need to know whether you see a future without me. I know you need space, So I’m keeping my distance, But the feeling that we’re breaking, Has come into existence. I can't help … Continue reading 1:07 am
see you on the other side.
Distance does no such thing as weaken the heart, because I love you more than the amount of miles that keep us apart.
contaminated love.
“What are you so afraid of?” he asked me. “I’m afraid of myself. Of not knowing what I’m feeling.” “What do you mean by that?” "I could either be in love and not know it; leave you for it and realize later I made a mistake.” “Or?” “Think I’m in love and not … Continue reading contaminated love.
B.K Laurel 