You didn't understand why I didn't believe in love.
And so I told you,
With love, theres always hurt involved.
That no matter how much someone loved you,
they always, somehow found a way to hurt you.
Maybe,
Sometimes,
Always.
You loved the chaos that was housed inside of me,
but,
you also tried to tame it.
Remold it,
Change me.
And when my flames consumed your efforts,
You left me wounded.
Love isn't real.
Theres always hurt involved.
Maybe,
Sometimes,
Always.
-Shelby
