Her trembling and tears match the rhythm of your lies.
Why do you shatter a heart that you so heavily depend on?
Who the fuck taught you how to love?
Why aren’t you capable of understanding that happiness can live at home?
Your solutions can be found in a place that you already know
Did you know
That emotional connectivity can breed understanding can breed hope can breed happiness
The love is there, but the lover is foolish.
The lover is selfish.
The lover is fucking weak.
Searching for “happiness” at the expense of her pain.
Why are you trying to kill her?
Sometimes i wonder if it’s called black love because it is so empty--
The way that you rushed in and created a void.