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…I’ve got one of the biggest hearts you will ever find.
I love hard, and I love to the utmost of my capabilities.
But I’m tired, I get tired, I need support and reassurance.
Reassurance that this is worth it…
That the fight for THIS is worth it!
That my love means something to you.
I guess it’s my fault, though.
So quick to forgive for everything…
…yet, I’m the one who starts all this.
There’s always something and never time for the wounds to heal.
And I’m just supposed to be okay all the time.
…well I’m not. I’m not okay.
I’m sick of being the one “starting shit”.
When at the heart of it all, it’s not really me.
after all, I’m the only one in love…

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