How is it, that someone who hurt me so much, could still occupy my mind as if they were the light of my life?
How could the person that stomped on the most fragile part of my body and burn every aching inch of my soul still be the first thing that I think of when I rise and the last before I fall?
Tell me, how is it that I still cherish every second spent with you, longing for more as if you were the remedy to my incurable fate.
How can the one who broke my spirit and hope for peace still remain such a significant part of my daily routine?
I wish I could take it all back.
From the first date, to the nights that turned into mornings, and every moment inbetween.
I never thought it was possible to hate with such a burning passion, with such anger and spite. I never believed that I could have so much bitterness towards a single person.
I never, in my dreams, thought that you would be the fuel to the fire in my heart. But even more so, I never thought you would extinguish the flame, leaving me charred and cold, unable to be ignited again.
How could the person that stomped on the most fragile part of my body and burn every aching inch of my soul still be the first thing that I think of when I rise and the last before I fall?
Tell me, how is it that I still cherish every second spent with you, longing for more as if you were the remedy to my incurable fate.
How can the one who broke my spirit and hope for peace still remain such a significant part of my daily routine?
I wish I could take it all back.
From the first date, to the nights that turned into mornings, and every moment inbetween.
I never thought it was possible to hate with such a burning passion, with such anger and spite. I never believed that I could have so much bitterness towards a single person.
I never, in my dreams, thought that you would be the fuel to the fire in my heart. But even more so, I never thought you would extinguish the flame, leaving me charred and cold, unable to be ignited again.
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