A Story About Love

Honestly, I amaze myself sometimes...
I know I'm insane and Sometime's it sucks...
I think I just lost love because of it.
I can sit there and cry with a smile on my face
But I can also cry and be totaly iratical.

The smile came after love hurt me.
The smile always come's after physical or emotional pain.
It doesn't matter what love put's me though
My bond always stays.
I'm an Idiot.
I am.

Why do I put myself through such bullshit?
What doesnt kill you will only make you stronger ...
Right?..
Right?....
Probably not.
I tend to be wrong a lot.

Maybe about everything.
When has love ever done me right?
I don't remember.
I can pick at my skin for hours but never truly know what I want.
I know what I want

But it's not what everyone else wants.
So I bend to the their will.
Especially Loves.
Most importantly loves...