Word of the day: Unappreciative

I have always been the one for fairytales, happily ever after, and the one true love. When sleep is spread thin, the sounds of reality echo through my head. There is no full happiness, no reward for doing good, no pleasent escapes. I had once pledged the poem below. Only to find that I had no real value in this world. Cursed. The other shoe has dropped.

I love you. It's not a weight you must carry around.

I love you. It's not a box that holds you in.

I love you. It's not a standard you have to bear.

I love you. It's not a sacrifice I make.

I love you. It's not a pedestal you are frozen upon.

I love you. It's not an expectation of perfection.

I love you. It's not my life's whole purpose (or your's).

I love you. It's not to make you change.

I love you. It's not even to make you love me.

I love you. It's as pure and simple as that.

Anonymous

Love is hope.

Hope is no longer there. I believe I have become jaded.

I believe I have been released from my cage. I no longer believe.

No beliefs, unbelievable, unforgiven.

Fool me once shame on you.

Fool me twice shame on me.

-LamaPennyLane