Love; One of life's greatest lessons. You need to learn.

I used to be this girl. But I have learned, and let go. I am writing this because of situations I've been in the past.



So incredibly wonderful, and so disastrously painful.

You can't contain yourself, you can't sleep.

The spectacular storm in your stomach, the room constantly spinning around.

Nauseating bliss, no other way to describe it.

And since no one spiked your drink, you know she must be causing it.

You close your eyes, and the future plays in your head.

Dancing in the kitchen, sneaking out when no one's home.

Laying in the grass, sharing headphones, staring blank into space.

Making out on Friday nights, wearing scarves when it's 80 degrees.

Restless, your thoughts are indescribable.

Doing absolutely nothing becomes the most amazing something.

And her face is the most mesmerizing thing you have ever seen.

And her voice is the most beautiful choir you have ever heard.

And her fuck is the most agonizing pleasure you have ever felt.

And her love is the most addicting drug you have ever taken.

But she gets bored of you, you fucking addict.

She's had enough of those Friday night makeout sessions,

and those Saturday afternoon fucks.

and those Sunday 'Good Morning' texts,

and those Monday lunches and walks.

She wants you to go away, doesn't matter where.

And you punch the wall like a pussy.

And you cry until your eyes burn.

And your knuckels are bloody.

And your knees are dirty.

And your bones are weak.

And your heart is breaking.

And she doesn't give a shit.

Your life will go on, I promise it will.