She doesn’t care who she hurts.
She is like Mother Nature, at times creative, but can cause great devastation with a swift move.
Sometimes no matter how much you love someone and you show them in every way you can think, you can’t make them love you back.
It’s hard trying to understand how one person can make another insane with their simple being.
It can be compared to being stabbed repeatedly with a knife, bleeding more each time, but never dying. Never feeling the release or freedom of your afore self.
You become lost in a fog, a fog that suffocates you, but yet again you still don’t die, you live life taking half breathes.
Knowing her is the greatest gift I have ever known, but it has also been the worst.
I think she knows the affect she has on people, not only me. She knows and doesn’t care.
She likes being in control, playing the innocent game, but she knows what she is doing. She knows how to get what she wants.
What it all boils down to is a fucked up game of attraction, love, lust, and anguish.
But I don’t care. I would let her kill me a thousand times over if it meant I got to see her face every day.
No, that’s not a healthy relationship, but what is these days? We all get our emotions fucked over and our hearts ripped from our chests sometime.
I would rather it be her to rip out mine, even if it was the break that killed me.