Love.
I know I write about it a lot.
Or more so, the consequence of it.
Pain.
I have a love/hate relationship with it.
On the one hand, I'm completely obsessed.
Consumed by the constant thought of it.
Like the air I breathe in.
Like the blood through my veins.
I need it.
I love it.
Then, there's this other side.
The part of me that wants to push it away.
The one that feels trapped.
The one that can't breathe.
That can't feel the pulse.
My pulse.
A constant battle between the two.
A constant shift in moods.
I don't know whether I should be happy with it
Or stop while I'm still whole
And not broken.
I love, love.
Yet, I hate love.
She is..
- † rosαℓчn
- I'm a Fate Believer, wishful dreamer, and hopeless romantic.♥ I want someone to come sweep me off my feet, carry me into the sunset, fall asleep under the stars..and wake up to the sunrise.I enjoy the simple things in life. I'm a make-believer. I'll build forts out of sheets, eat til I explode and most of all, I'll live each day. I've had my heart broken, like any other girl; thought it was the end of the world. Trust me, it's not. I still believe in love & I want nothing more in life than to love and be loved. So I'll keep on believing until my happily ever after.
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