those cliche love stories that you read about in stories
everlasting love, perfect fairytale endings, bliss
theyre so deceiving.
why wouldnt it be all nice and perfect?
when they have left out the truths
the unavoidable arguments, the doubts.

life's a balance
even in love
one minute youre on cloud 9
the other minute you come crashing down
if only things were that easy
if only..

everything's exhausting me at a terrifying pace
and i know it is exhausting you too
lets not mask our true emotions shall we?

and then i think of losing you
i realise i cant deal w that

WHAT NEXT!?
fuck.