Tongue-tied today, Expressive tomorrow

Yes, I’m alive. Yet, I’m lost in pain.

And I feel as though I’m fighting for a lost cause.

I wish it was that easy to love parts of me that no else would.

We took the plunge and yet, you let me drown.

Why do you keep your love so hard to hold on to?

I’d rather have you leave than make you stay for all the wrong reasons.

And then, I realized that I was just in love with the idea of what could have been us.

I think I have grown immune to the pain of letting go.

Sometimes, the very act of pretending hurts more than the actual pain.

You need to believe in love even when it seems to be the hardest thing to find.

Isn't it ironic how the world knows that I'm in love with you, except you.

I will love with a love that is enough and more for the two of us.

I like how both of us are misfits who doesn’t need to conform on other people’s standard of love.

Her mind was hardly ever silent.

I was drowning and you just stared expecting me to learn how to swim.

You can't love me. It was the truth and I knew that. But having you lay it out like that makes it more black and white that it already is.

I’ve long stopped trying to make sense of this love.