Love was all that was wanted

"All i wanted was love" she says as shes choking on her tears at 2 in the morning. The memories of you hurting her take over her mind without any warning.

"Its probably my fault" she blames herself for the actions you used to disrespect her. She starts hating her self, the love she once had for herself. She cannot remember. 

"Was she better than me?" She asks this question a thousand times making herself crazy. The only thing she can think about is you giving attention to another ladies body. 

"Did he even love me?" She doubts every word that you ever said. 

"Am i capable to be loved by someone who wont hurt me too?" All these questions on a constant cycle in her head


  • dusk arising

    To love and to be hurt by love is an ongoing thing. But don't ever let it stop you from showing the glorious thing which is inside you. Your own innate ability to love and love truly.

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