Hyperbole Is My Favorite Form Of Communication Overstating A Happiness I Barely Feel Is Easier Than Admitting

His possession wrapped around me like a warm coat, shielding me in a way it felt like only he could from my own frozen heart

“I thought you loved me.” She said, questioningly

“I do.” He sighed

“Bullshit.” She said, her anger snapping. “This isn’t love, to pick and choose when it’s convenient for you. I’ve been there for you no matter what and where have you been when I needed you most?”

I want...

I want to rail. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to yell out horrible things about him and make him feel as useless and broken as I do.

I want his arms around me. I want him to stroke my hair and tell me it will be okay. I want to believe it will be okay. I want to be safe. And secure.

But no one hears my wants as they fall directly into the blackness which was once my heart.

Time again to box it all up. Put it away. Pretend I don’t feel. Time to lose myself in mundanity. Hide from passion. Give up on hope.

I'd like to have compassion for him but I can't I've already given him too much of my heart.

When you avoid your feelings, you bury your passion

What is life without passion?

You think her kiss is magic One day you’ll learn it’s poison

My eyes ache And I can’t tell if it is from lack of sleep Or all the crying But either way I blame you