A cupid's arrow is a bullet in disguise

Seriously, I am too old for stupid teenage love poems.
I try to find words to express how I feel and at the same time disguise the true cause of such emotions. I type them out, read, and realize how stupid, how very stupid this heart of mine is. I am tired. oh so tired. In my mind, I keep on rationalizing over and over again how I should not feel this way. fuck feelings. fuck love. Its only gonna get you killed, so to speak.

I have enough things to worry about already.








and yet I miss you...

p/s: friends if you read this, PLease do not ask me who I am talking about. PLease.