is this what love is supposed to be?
their needs
before yours
no matter how the coin flips
♡
how am i supposed to grow
and learn
and exist
if theres no me to speak of?
♡
guilt,
shame,
pain;
is this love?
♡
you brought me here
you helped me "grow"
you gave me chance
to be good?
♡
what is good?
quiet?
low maintenance?
"perfect"?
♡
but this is love?
you want me to stay
("but its nice here!" she said with rose tinted vision)
but i-
♡
and im stuck crying
(your feelings before mine)
guilty for caring
about me
♡
this is love!
unconditional,
painful,
ruined.
YOU ARE READING
as the rain falls
Randoma compilation of short random things i write i likely wont respond to any comments just cuz i want to leave this up to your interpretation, and not let my intent change how you view what i write also this wont be updated consistently
