We are the pretty ones who want to get you high. We smoke the finest green to forget & a pack and a half a day to keep the pain away. The damaged ones are the most dangerous. We know we can survive. I love you. I hate you. I'd say go to hell, but I never want to see you again. The beauty in pain is the smile that reminds us exactly what we loved the most. The tragedy in pain is loving someone so inconstant, and the monsters we become after missing one for so long. Speak easy. Life is the longest stroll we will take.
We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.
No more being taken advantage of. I was used so much when I was weak….and now that Im growing stronger I will speak my mind…..
it feels really weird to love someone again
and even weirder to be loved just as much in return….