Love is Suicide

You use to always tease me about why I never loved you, but little did you know that I was head over hills in love with you. But I didn’t tell you, because we could never be what you wanted or what I wanted. You like vodka and parties. I like poetry and flowers. You like marijuana and making out. I like looking at the stars and holding your hand. You use to get angry when I was distant, because you thought I stopped caring. But in all truth I was so scared of my feelings for you. But I wanted to give you a chance. Then you stop answering, started avoiding me. It didn’t take long to realize why, you got a taste of the good life, with her. And I was just another dumb girl who fell in love with the wrong guy

Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.