#Niya #WarOfHearts she's so damn broken, I don't know what will piece her back together. Hell, will she even live to find out? Find out in the conclusion to Niya♡ click the link in bio!
What the fuck is love?
Is it a glance, a touch, a feeling? Is it happiness, is it hate, is it even real? Is love looking into someone's eyes and lying to stop their tears? Or is it allowing someone to take a piece of your soul and they just walk away with it? Is love the cheating heart? Is it something that's so easily replaced when you can't get what you want? Oh, no, I know. It's going to bed at night sleeping soundly, while the person u said u loved stays up all night crying, and not understanding exactly what happened, or the destination you both now stand in. Is love their questions that go unanswered? Is love replaceable with what's new instead of fighting for the very thing that once was new and made u feel so different, so loved, so free? Is love really pain? See, I think it is. Who on earth has loved but never felt pain? Love is euphoria until it ends. Love is the death of everything u thought u knew, including yourself. Love is cold, bitter, and soul snatching once it has ended. To love is to willingly walk on glass knowing that you will get cut. Love is the thrill of a tightrope knowing that you'll fall. Love makes falling so easy, and makes you forget that letting go is tough. Love is deceiving. A beautiful illusion with colors so bright, that you almost forget that when all mixed up, the color turns to what looks like mud. Love will eventually becomes ugly, unwanted, and truthful. Truthful in all its ugliness that once was hidden while you fell in it. So, what the fuck is love? Love is what most no longer understand. Love is stuffed in a breakable little bottle, and I'm trapped in it. Love is what most will never feel. Nobody but me...and it's fucking lonely in here. ~Fabiola Joseph~