𝓟𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓮

Psychological DamageHumans fail to understand the psychological damage of a lie.It makes the other person paranoid.Because even if that one lie was just that once…Who knows what else you’ve lied about?Who knows which I love you was the truth?Who knows if any of them were.And your partner can’t even ask for the truth.Because every second…

𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓭

You came into my life with grace.Showed me how to be number one in any race.I gave you my heart for my appreciation.I wanted to show you my commitment…my devotion. It’s sad that your actions were all a show.I never even saw it coming, you know. You left without warning.Left my heart empty without charging.Everything…

𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮

Lastnight I dreamt of you.Three nights in a row actually.Usually it’s only two…One of you in a flower field,The other, of you where you don’t recognize me. And I’m actually not surprised of the latter.I’m always changing, inside, not outside.Believe me when I say it’s for the better.Either way, I was always deprived. You deprived…

𝓘𝓰𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓮

The thin line between love and hate is invisible…But still most can feel it.Choose to ignore it.They just want to feel wanted.Paraded and flaunted.Unfortunately when you cross the line,It messes up your mind.You’ll go from completely ecstatic about someone or something,To being miserable and sad.You wouldn’t smile much.At least not for real.You’ll forget about what…

𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝐼 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹

I know now where I stand.I realize now that I’m less a priority and more of a demand.A fragile mind that requires comfort sometimes.We’re so much alike but 2 completely different minds.And it’s time that I stop expecting you to read my emotions.An empath probably couldn’t even do that around me out of disinterest or…

𝓒𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓮

There’s a thin line that I’m not ready to cross.I’ve loved you enough over all.I need to reserve my sanity.And if I cross that line you’d just make me crazy.If I give you that power, where would that leave me?Where would my love for you intercept hate?Would it?Would it be worth going crazy if I…

𝓤𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓸

I used to get excited when I would see you.That has faded.I’m no longer Elated.This isn’t what I’m used to. I used to get butterflies.I can’t tell the last time I felt them.I’m still golden.Even when you don’t hear my cries. Your eyes no longer show me fireworks.You’re so distant lately.The connections vary.I no longer…