I find it funny that every boy I've ever loved has claimed that they're different.
But they use the same words every time like I haven't already heard every lie.
And I've always been way too trusting.
I never seem to learn my lesson.
When you can find someone broken you can't always fix them,instead of just fixing yourself.
And when you pour yourself into every love you give and you give and give.
And it's a beautiful thing.
At least,until there's nothing left to give.
And I struggle with that I hold onto the things I shouldn't.
I don't how to let go or move on.
Or at least just not yet.
And I'm working on that.
