Love: Well that is just a hot mess of stuff I don’t want to deal with. Why is it the moment I am truly happy, everything has to fall apart again. On one end of the spectrum is complete happiness and utter joy, but the next moment my heart is breaking and I don’t know how to fix it. Tears are found flowing from my eyes, when no one is around, alone is my perfect time to cry. When I start to get bored and your not on my mind, my heart begins to race because someone else is trying. But for some horrible reason, after all that has passed, I still find myself kissing up to your ass. Maybe single is the best way, that way I can’t hurt anything. I won’t break and it might be best for me, my past is a bitch but no one can see. Secrets have built up and a wall is divided. On one side my present, on the other side I died. The past is what haunts me, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to break away, and that kills me inside. You see there is someone, who has captured my heart, words can’t describe what it felt from the start. But once again, ghost come calling and I can’t step foot in this town without being haunted. If you’ve moved on and so have I, why oh why does it not feel like that inside?