love and heartbreak.

You broke my heart. But if you asked, I would run back to you in a second.

The only place I want to be is pressed against you with your arms wrapped around me and our legs intertwined, talking about everything and nothing all at once.

Every time I see you butterflies flood into my stomach and my heart feels like it’s gonna burst.

I hate you. I hate what you did to me and I hate that you don’t care. But what I hate the most is that I don’t hate you. I can't because I'm still completely in love with you.

You're moving on. You're falling in love with new people. You're healing. And I'm here in the darkness of my room with only my tears and the pieces of my broken heart.

I just want to stop loving you. But I can't.

I fell in love with you. That was my mistake.

You broke my heart. You ripped it out of my chest and smashed it into a million pieces. And I’m left here trying to pick up the pieces. I should hate you, but if you asked, I’d take you back in a second.