Honey Love

Sticking to you is not tricky. Your love sticks. I’ve invited you in to me. The taste of love has never been so sweet. I eat it, honey love is a treat. It’s hard not to become dependant on it. Too much of anything is over kill. I’m willing to take that risk. Dose me at your will.

Perfect

I needed it to be perfect.

Expectations should’ve never been there.

A lesson learned.

It could’ve been perfect.

Now we’re dealing with the consequences, from your decisions.

And I am too much?

I stood on my love, my words, my time stayed invested in you.

But I’m the issue.

I have issues, you’re the issue.

And I loved you, knowing we could never be perfect.

My heart

Mend my heart.

It’s scarred. You’ll find no room. Only reopened wounds. It’s shattered, from being mishandled. Mending my heart, would be reconstructing a used one. The cracks, will be a visible reminder. Of how how my heart can’t be mended. I am broken.

If I knew

If I knew how to love myself. Many situations would’ve been handled differently.

If I knew how to love myself. Love would be a want and not a need. Love would be for me, my feelings would be for me, my body would be for me. I don’t love myself never knew how to.

Every part of me I give it away.

I trust the wrong individuals.

While searching for happiness,inside dark souls. If I knew how to love myself. I’d know better.

But I don’t

Pain Love and Drugs

A strained heart is enough to reject love. Drugs spare pain. Then love stays in my heart, and not in someones bed. Pain tears me to pieces. Love is used against me. Drugs lift my spirits. I call it living artificially. Love can get me high too. The drugs do it without any painful experiences.