From you.

From you, I learned.
I learned that to the wrong person, you’ll never be good enough.
I learned that not everyone has a heart as big as mine and that’s ok.
I learned that words mean nothing when they’re not backed up by actions.
I learned that loving a selfish person can be mentally and emotionally exhausting.
I learned that being taken for granted has nothing to do with me and everything to do with you.
I learned that I have to be my own support system.
I learned there’s really a thin line between love and hate.
I learned to love myself enough.


When loneliness shows up,
It knocks on the void in my heart.
One that was once filled with the warmth of love,
And the peace that companionship brings.
I long to fill that void.
If not with love, with a feeling that equates to it
Because the longer it stays,
Hatred and resentment take over.

LoveHate Thing.

My favourite dream,

Then, you become my dreaded nightmare.

I know how warm your embrace could be,

You could also be cold and distant,

We have that LoveHate thing.

We bring out the best in each other,

But we’ve also really mastered how to tear ourselves apart.

We’d rather hate than love even when loving’s really all we should be doing.

There’s a fine line between love and hate,

But I really wish we could have one without the other,

I guess we do now ‘cause we put love to sleep,

Sometimes, we wish against ourselves.