You say you want to know everything about me but could you handle everything about me? Could you take all the lies I've told, all the hearts I've broke, all the terrible words I've said or the horrible things I've wrote or would the hard part be stomaching why I lied in the first place, the moments my heart broke, the terrible words that have pierced my soul or the horrible things I've read? Things may seem simple, very surface, enjoyable almost but it's a lot deeper than meets the eye. Only the ocean understands this depth because most people are too afraid of drowning.
i hope you find love again










