#love isnt real
He’s my reason that I get excited when I hear my phone goes off. Yet I know love doesn’t exist. He’s the closest thing to it for me.
Don’t know where my head is at. After last night I’m not sure what I believe anymore. I’m not even sure if I want to fall in “love”. Relationships are just not for me. I’ve only felt “love” twice and neither times can I say were good. I have had my heart destroyed. Not so much from my first “love” but I just I don’t want to go through it again. I’m done letting my walls up.
Wrote this. I’ve never written poetry before so I don’t know if this is good or not, but just what I’m feeling right now.
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It doesn’t bother me that he may be off sleeping with other girls because I know from experience that sex does not equal love. What scares the shit out of me is thinking one day he might walk into a coffee shop or something and see some girl and fall in love. I don’t want to be left empty.
can we just skip to the part where I’m about to marry the love of my life and I’m financially stable and happy & all this shit is behind me already
