His Possession Wrapped Around Me Like A Warm Coat, Shielding Me In A Way It Felt Like Only He Could From

Hyperbole is my favorite form of communication Overstating a happiness I barely feel is easier than admitting to the overwhelming sadness

I’m no good with waiting.

The silence. The wondering. The voices chattering. It kills me.

But I wait. For you.

“I thought you loved me.” She said, questioningly

“I do.” He sighed

“Bullshit.” She said, her anger snapping. “This isn’t love, to pick and choose when it’s convenient for you. I’ve been there for you no matter what and where have you been when I needed you most?”

As much as I long to hear it it eases my mind to realize the reason you can’t say you love me is because you do

I wonder if you wonder what I wonder

You think her kiss is magic One day you’ll learn it’s poison

I’m over you But I will never be over what we had

I'd like to have compassion for him but I can't I've already given him too much of my heart.

My heart needed a voice

Most of the time I don’t even know what today is Then certain dates roll around that I can’t forget