my obsession with rose petals can be a bit poetic

"my heart was made out of rose petals. you do realize that, don't you honey?"

truth hurts

"i know the scenario

he made you fall in love with him, and how happy you were just by being beside him or whatever. and all those freaking tummy butterflies you got when he said sweet things.

how you got goosebumps when he touched your neck using his fingers or lips,

or when he kissed you,

and how he made your mood turn upside down and his ability to bring it up again. 

were you the kind of couple that talk about your future together?

and when he left you, what did you feel?”

“pain”

“well, i felt numb

literally didn't feel anything

i was stupid when i was in love 

those sweet promises he made?

never believe them, ever

i once tricked

i was fooled 

but in the end, all those things he did or said to you were lies. those are total bull and nothing you can do about it. he's gonna leave you after all, and you're gonna have to forget him somehow,

.

.

.

but man

i fall again and it feels really good”