Sometimes I feel like a doll on a shelf and you only take me out when you want to play. The rest of the time I just have to watch. Trapped in my box. On a shelf. As you play with the other toys.
Anyone who thinks a relationship is sunshine and rainbows is wrong. It’s the worst thing in the world.
It’s also the best.
You’re going to go through hell. Get your head out of the clouds.
You’ll be borderline murderous. Attacking their every word. Reducing them and yourself to tears. And then you video call. They call you beautiful. And you’re reminded why it’s worth it.
The bad times are worth it.
Your pillow will get drenched. Your mind will get lost. Your heart will scream.
And then you make new memories. New quirks. New inside jokes.
Taking the risk of holding their hand means they will drag you through hell. But that hand will comfort you. Call you beautiful. Tell you they’ll never give up on you. Find that. Find the calm after the storm. I am the storm and so is he.
Love is destruction. Dangerous. Love is madness. Insanity. Love is nurturing. Lovely
You annoy me.
This whole thing called life
It’s a chore.
You conjure my tears.
You provoke frustration
Pain, irritation, and anxiety.
You scare me.
Because I love you.
You say you can handle me.
But I’m a thunderstorm.
I will drag you through sleet
rain, hurricanes and lightening.
You’ll question everything.
You’ll go insane.
But don’t be so fragile.
Not everything is about you.
I let you be mad.
I let you have your time.
So don’t result to self loathing.
You drive me insane.
Another would have left.
Because I love you.
Even if I don’t want to.
But I know I do.
I guess I just want it to be safe.
To be easy.
We have amazing conversations.
We make each other laugh till we hurt.
I’ve given up on a fairy tale.
They have fantasy creatures for a reason.
You see I get so close to giving up.
But I can’t.
I just can’t because I love you.
I’d be okay by myself.
If I didn’t know you.
But I’m not giving up because I love you.