What Love Isn't
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
i. A pair of hands around my neck was never what I envisioned love to be but how can I complain when all I ever wanted was someone to take my breath away?
ii. You told me you loved me but what do we have to show for it except tear-stained pillowcases and half-written poems about broken promises.
iii. It's like you're killing me when I'm focusing on healing me. And maybe I'm finding that funny because that's not what love is supposed to be.
iv. You might as well stick your arm through my chest perhaps that would hurt less.
v. Remind me again why people are so in love with the idea of being in love.
vi. Love wasn't what broke my heart. It was you.
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