drain

sitting in the iris of my perspective, I rip past love letters in half

I believe in love, only because I've seen it die time after time

my heart spins on a broken record, stuck on the chorus of "Friday, I'm In Love"

memories of past experiences promise me that falling for someone new will kill me 

"I Love You

Sincerely,

The Bitch You Abandoned"

lust, heartlessness, pain, it's all i contain

and once i fall in love, i romanticize all the ways they could set my feelings on fire 

how much creativity i would get from them tearing my heart apart

i don't dread

i expect the painful nights, the tears, the emotionless expressions

i cause it 

no one breaks my heart anymore, i break my own heart

i'm sorry for not believing that anyone could ever stay in love with me and mean it