The thoughts of a broken girl.
I get close to someone, to push them away. I get scared. And I run. I become the crazy chick just so they'll leave me alone. I drive them away. Because I’m broken. And no one truly loves the broken girl. And the broken girl still loves too much. And maybe that’s our problem. We can’t take when people love us. Because it makes no sense. But then again it makes no sense that we do this. I'm not a bright and shiny person. But I've found someone who has helped me see that maybe I don't have to be miserable. I deserve happiness. And it almost makes me optimistic until I realize the person I'm in love with? Wants someone else. And then I go back to Step One. And I remember that I will always be in love with him. Despite everything else.