bittersweet amour.

eight.

pain.
you make me feel the worst kind of pain.
the kind, that makes you feel like you're choking on air.
the kind, that makes you feel like you're constantly drowning into a pit of oblivion.
the kind, that lets you feed your mind on all of your darkest and deepest insecurities.
the kind, that makes you feel like death is a better option than to live in a never ending nightmare.
maybe, I sound dramatic.
maybe, I sound over the top.
but, the kind of love I have for you is not a fading one.
it's an everlasting one.
how will I ever make you understand, my love?
it's funny, how the person that causes you so much of pain, can take away all that pain, just by looking at you.