You open your mouth and spit daggers at me while I stand and cry blood, telling myself that I deserve it.
Do you ever wonder what it’d be like to stick around with me when I’m self-destructing?
I bottle up all my feelings inside because nobody deserves to know them. I am quiet because I am a secret that nobody deserves to know.
I will write as though I am madly in love with you and finish it as though I have never ever fallen in love with anyone at all.
She taught me how to make dead flowers blossom. He taught me how to attract butterflies with dead flowers. I taught them how to teach.
I have loved you even before you wanted to be loved. I have loved you even before you understood that you are deserving of someone’s love. I have loved you even before I could even tell you that I love you.
It was easier to be happy than to be sad back then because when people couldn’t give us happiness, the world could, for we were still naïve.
Why do you love breaking things that are already broken? Why do you love breaking me?
A tear fell; that tear became a lake and that lake became an ocean that drowned me.
If the nature of the world is to make us suffer and we, as most would, strive to go against it, then it must mean that our nature is to hope.