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 B***h 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