When I look into a mirror I love to laugh at myself at how stupid I'm looking.
I have a smile on my face and love in my eyes, love for the one guy who hurt me dearly.
The one I couldn't never take back.
I take a step closer to the mirror usually and I look into my own eyes.
So strangely patterned and they are sparkling in the light. Catching it in the most beautiful way possible.
I can't stand the way they shine with love for him. I don't need him. I don't want to still love him.
Not after what happened.
I step back, tired of staring into the stupid love that is caught in my eyes.
Why do we need love if it hurts us is what I want to know?
Is it meant to make you feel alone and worthless while you are in love?
I don't think that it should because they are suppose to make us feel happy and worth something.
Not the other way around.
Guess he was never taught that words should have actions behind them.
And maybe I could learn the difference between the two.
