I saw how you looked at him. I wish you would look at me the same way with the same fire burning in your eyes, like I'm the only thing that matters in the world, like I'm the breath that is keeping you living. But you don't. And It hurts. I feel like an oppressive hand had reached into me and squeezed my heart, an icing ache in my chest, greesing my insides, crawling under my skin. It's awful, but there is nothing I can do to stop it. Because Love is not something you can control. Many thinks that love is flowers and chocolates, birds and butterlies, but the hard truth is that love can kill, and the ones you love most are the ones who can hurt you deepest.

Stop breathing