Anonymous (via neverthegoodguy)

I wanted to say “Don’t leave me,” but I couldn’t do it, not again. I was so tired of begging people to love me.

romance doesn’t always have to be sex, romance is waking up next to the person you love and appreciating his/her beauty, romance is slow dancing to sinatra’s songs, romance is forehead kissing and saying i love you, romance is poetry disguised as actions, it’s telling the truth without being asked to tell the truth, it’s like you felt something but your bodies didn’t touch

I met Pain right after Love left. It wasn’t the kind of stranger who silently sits beside you in a park bench. It’s the kind that robs you, but this Pain I met didn’t have the guts to suddenly snatch any happiness I have left in me that same day. Instead, it befriended me and since I was submerged in sadness, I accepted Pain wholeheartedly. I guess, when you invite Pain to dinner every night, it starts to think it’s family and begins to refrain from hurting you- after all, family doesn’t hurt you, right?

Soon, I became accustomed to Pain’s presence that I begun to think I might not be able to live without it anymore. It got accustomed to me as well that it started to beg me to stay home.

One day, it even brought a friend with it, Loneliness. I wouldn’t say they’re fun to be with but they certainly help you get through the day. I’m comfortable beside them. I can cry when I’m with them, I can laugh for no reason, and we even invented a lot of games like “Name Someone You Love Who Doesn’t Love You Back” or “Ten Years From Now, What Kind of Loser Are You?”

Everything was going well until Pain started to demand more of me. I fed it with my broken dreams but when it had nothing left to eat, it begun to eat my broken heart as well. Eventually, Pain grew into Suffering and I was left to wonder why I let it.

-// S.J.M.

Pierced straight!