Habit or?

What is it, a habit, or love? It's becoming clearer every second this is not the way things should ever become, no one can tolerate it, ...

What is it, a habit, or love?

It's becoming clearer every second this is not the way things should ever become, no one can tolerate it, and no one deserves it. But you dished it out to me exactly like you don't care, and me, I'm working overtime to compensate for both of us.
Now you take away the only lifeline I hung on to, but you treat me like a pest all of a sudden. How did you find it in you to actually say or even think those words? Your revenge to the unfair world, you throw at the one closest to you. And you tell me it's a test. I was already treading water for the past few months, thinking we had only half a year to go. But no, now you try to drown me, suffocate me and hope that my flames will sputter and die out.
Anguish. That's what I have been feeling increasingly for the past week. To the point I stay sleepless for 48 hours, and to the point that I don't even have the energy to be pissed about the things you are doing behind my back.
Oh yes you are, and you know it yourself.
You will never learn to love. You don't know what is love. You don't even love yourself. You try your best to, but don't forget the world is a mirror. What you give, you get back in the long run. 
I will be happy in the end no matter what happens, because I learn to cherish everything. I really don't know about you.
I hoped you would learn. But I can see it is not anytime soon, or even maybe never.

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