something called love

when did it become like this?

i once proudly wrote. I will try my best for a better tomorrow. even if I'm so thoroughly hurt I won't be able to feel anymore

sometimes things like that should not sound so certain.

what should one do when they stopped letting themselves feel

when feeling is always the one and only thing I'm certain of

why is it hurting when no one is hurting

why did I stop believing when there is something to believe in again?

why am I doing this to myself?

she said " it feels weird if everything felt too right"

why did I let her words dictate my life

I wish and wish and wish I could believe in what he said

i knew it is not easy for him to do this too

when I love you meant no more than 3 words and 8 letters

how can I tell you what is love.