it's like i'm insane.
like literally the definition is doing the same thing over and over again hoping for a better change.. am i hard to love? am i too broken? do i need to focus on myself? who am i after all of this love i effortlessly love to give out to the people who don't deserve it is lost away in some dark mystery place of if we'll ever speak again? if we'll ever lock eyes like we used to, see a light in each other's eyes like we used to.. make two worlds collide, making memories, making laughter and inside jokes... who am i after all of that.. all of those little moments, those seconds i used to listen to your breathe at night thinking to myself how great it felt to be in your arms, rubbing you gently if i thought you were having a nightmare.. all the guilt feelings and regrets i stir around in my head all day long as it slowly becomes a tornado wrecking my home i built for us in my heart to debris.
