sunflower [ poetry/ proses/ quotes]

➸ corsucent love

Love isn't always flowers and chocolates. It isn't always afternoon cuddles or laughing together at two in the morning. Sometimes it's crying, begging them to stay. Sometimes it's screaming at the wall because you heard something you didn't want to hear and a part of you just breaks inside. Sometimes it's staying up all night, wondering why you wasn't enough. Or it's sometimes self doubting yourself because you want to know what she had that you didn't. It's sometime scrubbing your skin at four in the morning in the shower, trying to wash away their smell and it's sometimes wanting to rip every part of your skin apart just because you couldn't bear the thought that their hands had once touched you. It's not being able to look at yourself in the mirror because you can't stand the fact that you couldn't make them stay. And it's drinking until you can't remember their name or it's smoking until that hole inside you fades away for awhile. Love isn't always fucking romantic.
It's painful
and
it'll
sometimes
tear
you
the
fuck
apart.