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Have you even been in love? Horrible,
isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable.
It opens your chest and it opens your
heart and it means someone can get inside
you and mess you up. You build up all
these defenses. You build up this whole
armor, for years, so nothing can hurt
you,
then one stupid person, no different
from
any other stupid person, wanders into
your stupid life .... You give them a
piece of you. They don't ask for it.
They do something dumb one day like
kiss you, or smile at you, and then
your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside
you. It eats you out and leaves you
crying in the darkness, so a simple
phrase like maybe we should just be
friends or how very perceptive turns
into a glass splinter working its way
into your heart. It hurts. Not just
in the imagination; not just in the
mind, it's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt,
a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart
pain.
I hate love.
isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable.
It opens your chest and it opens your
heart and it means someone can get inside
you and mess you up. You build up all
these defenses. You build up this whole
armor, for years, so nothing can hurt
you,
then one stupid person, no different
from
any other stupid person, wanders into
your stupid life .... You give them a
piece of you. They don't ask for it.
They do something dumb one day like
kiss you, or smile at you, and then
your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside
you. It eats you out and leaves you
crying in the darkness, so a simple
phrase like maybe we should just be
friends or how very perceptive turns
into a glass splinter working its way
into your heart. It hurts. Not just
in the imagination; not just in the
mind, it's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt,
a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart
pain.
I hate love.