I wanna love again ya know...

But my past hurts still haunt and torture me.

How exactly am I supposed to trust him if he can't trust me to forget the him I learned to love?

The him that love from me still yearns for.

The love and hate arned because my lover couldn't love me but somehow managed to love "His" lover.

If a pain so beautiful could be destroyed, I'd rather that than to bear this sorrow.

The tears I cry, the hammer in my chest when I reminise on the times we had and the love I thought

once existed. The dumb ass thoughts of a perfect him when he was never mine. You fein for the bottle while I fein

to get high off my wild imagination. The internal bleeding from my heart cuz its broken to were it can't

be fixed. If my cries were a little louder could you hear me then?