"isn't it destructive?
to only feel whole when you're lying next to someone you think you know,
to only feel wanted when they leave delicate bruises on your body,
to only feel loved when their fingers gently graze your cheeks, promising you a world they could never give.
isn't it destructive?
to have everything you want but desperately reach for that one hand during a cold night,
that one hand which has betrayed you more than one time,
to mistake the pain for affection,
to only feel anything when they're around.
isn't it destructive to love?"
-k.v.
