story of love

take my hand,
im holding yours.
dont you see we're meant to be?
i thought i said it loud enough when i
broke up with you.

i cried whilst i used the scissors on my legs
creating marks for me to remember what i
thought you did to me
but it was all me.

the next time i kissed you,
i thought i was dead, i was so happy.

so insecure, so uncomfortable, so angry,
all inside at myself,
all i did was hate myself.
nothing intentionally to scar my mind but
unfornately, i cant see into the future.

why didnt you stop me?
i looked inside, i didnt quit.
i fought till i got here,
im still not where i am.

hate inside, no longer bleeding,
trying to scream out loud
but im trying to make something
of it all now.
all i do is push each day aside for the next.

the next day always seems like it's going to be
positive and different to the last one i experienced.

but in the back of my head all i wanted is to be
invisible.
funny but i didnt get that wish 'cause you discovered
me and you never looked back.
it's funny no matter what i ever did you never stoppped
holding my hand,
i guess you still love me.

i love it it is so good!!!!