When we met,
I was haunted, broken, bruised,
And you fixed me,
Filled the spaces with golden honey,
Healed me until I was strong,
But you did too good a job,
I'm too independent,
Thank you for healing my heart,
But you were my saviour, not my love.

I write to get my emotions out, to ease the pain, to help me get rid of disgustingly strong feelings for people, to reflect on certain situations and remind myself that I deserve more than what I got in the past. I spent so long, thinking it was wrong to fall hard, when in reality, it was wrong to settle for nothing but cheap words and ******* promises. Love is never wrong, unless you're falling for the one who won't bother catching you. That's a heartbreaking thing to realize, and to accept, especially when it's a person who easily affects you in every aspect.
Never settle for less than you deserve. Love the one who loves you. Don't make the same mistake I did.

I hope you remember me
when you're making love to her