I don’t understand love—
It just hurts.
It sucks you up in this monstrous WHIRLPOOL of hugs, kisses
hand holding, late night phone calls
confessions, sexi-time, cuddling
Yeah, point is:
I hate that shit.
I hate how it leaves you hanging
it rips you apart on the inside, and you’re not you anymore
because you left with him/her
you cry for days in the fetal position once you suffer enough at school
and you wont eat or sleep
you’re spending your days inside the house listening to the most depressing music—
and you wondered why you havent died yet
because a week ago, he/she ripped out your heart and ran it over with a Chevy Silverado (including the lift-kit and BIG hick wheels)
and then, and then IT TAKES YOU MONTHS, OR EVEN A YEAR to be over it
and even when you’re over it, when you think you are, you’re not.
or maybe that’s me.
the day you see them every memory, unspoken emotion, feeling, word, and touch floods back in your brain & you begin to love them
all over again.