It Is What It Is.

“Where the fuck did you come from? Who gave you the fucking right? Who said you could storm into my heart – And hold me that close and tight? Where’d you get the map to my madness? Who gave you permission to make me fall for your eyes? Some fucking nerve you have - To make me miserable when you aren’t by my side Who said you could make me feel like that? Who said that was allowed? You can’t kiss me like that – Then just walk the fuck out Who said you could do that to me? Who made your lips so soft? And why is it that I love you the most - When you piss me the fuck off? And who the fuck said you could love me? Who said you could make me love you? Who said your eyes could sparkle like that? Who said that was something you could do? And who put that liquor in your lips? Because one kiss is equivalent to a shot Who said you could make my head spin – When you touch me in that spot? Who knows what it is really is? Because it’s not a singular thing It’s a combination of the things you do that make me melt Which is how I know that this is meant to be But who the fuck said you could love me? Who said you could make me love you the fuck back? But you’re the reason my heart races Also, why it’s on an unfamiliar rhythmic track”

Waiting for something that will never happen destroys you in ways you can’t imagine. I just want to be able to breathe again without my chest aching.