I promised I’d never leave you.

I meant it — I always do.

I told you I take pinky promises seriously.

But staying meant being crushed.

So I broke the promise

to stop the rockfall from taking me with it.

~SinfullyRuined

i want you to be obsessed with me

the way i’m obsessed with you.

not possession.

not control.

i mean devotion

the kind that makes you want

to step inside my skin,

to know me so deeply

there’s no guessing left.

i want to learn you.

and i want you to learn me

with the same hunger.

they say obsession is unhealthy.

but what if it’s equal?

what if it’s chosen?

somewhere along the way,

love like that stopped being made.

the tension.

the endless gazing.

the ache of wanting

without asking for it to end.

to touch.

to hold.

to exist close enough

that devotion becomes instinct.

that kind of obsession

when it’s mutual

isn’t dangerous.

it’s love

without dilution.

this isn’t about you

it’s about the kind of love

i want to live inside.

and i yearn for it,

unapologetically

~Sinfullyruined

all my love sits

in a small box

at the back of my mind

deep in the quietest part of my heart

i keep it there

where no one can reach it,

because pain taught me

to protect what remains.

so i sit in numbness

not because it’s empty,

but because it’s quieter

than searching for emotions

i was never taught how to name.

~Sinfullyruined

i don’t want to live in my head

trying to figure out

where i went wrong,

where we went wrong.

because i can’t trace the moment

our love turned into suffocation

when it became me

holding my breath

waiting for a love

that never came.

you found comfort

in everyone else.

and i was left alone,

still holding my breath,

still waiting.

so i learned to stop waiting.

to stop showing up

just to be alone.

and now

i don’t always know my emotions,

and my head gets too loud

but at least

i’m breathing again.

~SinfullyRuined

if nobody has told you

that they love you today

let me be the one.

i love you.

not for what you give,

not for what you hide,

but for everything you already are.

to me,

you are the most perfect kind of human

the kind that tries,

the kind that feels deeply,

the kind that keeps going even when it hurts.

and that is more than enough.

~ SinfullyRuined

for the love I gave but never received

愛してる.

사랑해.

Te quiero.

我爱你.

Ti amo.

i can say i love you

in five different languages

and in unlimited amounts of ways

but you couldn’t even say it

in the one we speak together.

so excuse me

when i say i don’t know what love is,

or what it feels like,

when the person i gave my heart to

couldn’t even remember

my favorite color.

but i remembered yours.

red.

and your favorite season is winter.

and you still

couldn’t tell me mine.

~Sinfullyruined