it's once you've lost everything that you'd take it all back,
including the heartaches and pains that in the moment never mattered.
why am i saying this?
love is a drug, a hallucinagen, a pain reliever,
the biggest hangover that you'll ever have.
why does it exist?
we create it and all wish we had it,
something to blame our tears on when we get used.
what do we do?
we follow our hearts blindly till we find it again,
someone else to bend our arm till it breaks...
someone else to misuse our kindness...
someone else to let down...
someone else to let treat us like shit...
someone else to never stop thinking about....
someone else to wish we had heard from...
someone else to to fill our dreams with....
someone else to share our life with...
someone else to still be in love with...
someone else to tell us to stop writing this...