Brown parents like to paint this picture for you. You can’t do this until you’re married. You can’t do that until you’re married. They create this illusion of hope, like marriage is a way out, but it isn’t. You’ll always have someone to answer to.
I love you so much I’m sorry I get over sensitive it’s just that I care so much and can’t stop thinking about you.
half of me wants to call you because your voice is so fucking perfect but the other half questions if you’d even answer the phone.
I bite my tongue because you have shown me in the past that my words do not matter.
why do I allow you to have such control over me? will I ever learn? I’m starting to think I won’t.
It was almost how it used to be tonight, until I looked into your eyes and didn’t recognize them.
who knew there was a form of love that could cause me to wonder if anything is even real anymore.
I’know I’m taken for granted but one day you will wake up and I will be done with this bullshit. I promise.
Your eyes are so blue they mimic the Ocean. Maybe that’s why I feel like I’m drowning.
This is fucking pathetic.
I don’t remember what my name sounds like coming from your lips.
I think the worst kind of scarring is the invisible kind.
I love you too much.
This is a disaster, I am a mess. I’m so tired and I’m going to collapse, I’ve put all my energy into this for nothing.
I’m so sorry.