Anisha

Are people rejecting me or am I just rejecting myself?

You spilled my blood over and over.

They told me I was addicted. They never told me it was to you.

Since your soul is half of mine. What do I do when we’re apart? I say that a part of me is lost, but I know where it is. It’s with you.

They say we need some tough love from time to time. But what if all this time I’ve just had the tough without the love.

With my happiness I could take over the world. You’d mistake my tears for the vast oceans. And my anger could burn down cities. I don’t care for balance. But living in extremes is no easy feat. Because when I love it will consume you. And when my love gives you wings, you’ll fly. So when my heartbreaks, I don’t just grieve. I shatter. Into a million pieces.

If I knew what it was to be safe, do you think I would’ve spent so long running into the devilish snares of those who promised it but never gave it.

Maybe I feel like things have changed because they have.