Sometimes real feelings of love make me feel suffocated Where I can't breath, and I want to run. It makes me be rude because I can't accept real love. Will be there anytime, day or night. Real love hurts. The darkness with all the hopelessness.
Real love is worth the pain if there is a change involved.
Sometimes I act in ways I shouldn't towards you. I ignore you when I want to cling to you. Letting go of you doesn't mean I stopped caring. That means I care enough about myself To care for you in the way I should. When I am bleeding, and you're not reaching in.