Who will take care of me?
Who will hold my hands?
Who will make me feel?
And who won't hurt me?
Love is a trap
Or at least that is what it feels like
It makes you feel safe, then suddenly leaves you exposed.
Love is a lie, or so i have come to believe, for everytime i have heard it said, i knew it came with conditions never met
Love is the opposite of what it is. Because every hello comes with a goodbye
Love hurts, and it hurts me, and i do not want to hurt any more.
Who on this earth can love me so i do not crave it from another place?
Is there hope?
or should i just go buy my cats?
Who?
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I broke up with my boyfriend in January. She broke up with her boyfriend in March. He caught her with another man in February. We sat together at the bar and had drinks. Here is what we spoke about. I am the writer of the three, but can you tell which story belongs to whom?
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