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@petuniababy
Made to love, but not to be loved; made to understand, but not to be understood; always the poet, never the poetry.
Loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction.
“She had never dreamed there could be so much pain in a life when there was nothing physically wrong. She hurt all the time.”
— Stephen King, The Shining
I can't keep loving someone whose carelessness with their words tears me to shreds.
Everyone has always treated me like an option.
All she ever wanted was a love that didn't remind her of pain.
The worst pain is getting hurt by the person you explained your pain to.
For sure, they are!
Is it me? Am I the reason people always leave?
I don’t want to be vulnerable with you, or anyone.
Not now,
Not ever.
How is it that the person who sets your skin on fire is also the person who can do easily destroy you
I am nothing but shattered pieces of love in the form of human being.
In loving me, you hold a knife against my throat.
In loving you, I tell you exactly where to cut.
to protect your mental health take mixed signals as a “no”
“It's pathetic really, how much I still hope it's you and me in the end.”
I don’t want to be your friend. I want to be yours, I want you to be mine, and I hate that we can’t be us. Because I think we were meant to be us.
-Loving Mr.Daniels
“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”
— Unknown