Life, Love, and Disaster

I want to love you.

p.y.t

pretty. young. thang.


I don't believe in love anymore. My life is easier this way. Roses don't grow, but other flowers do. The sun doesn't shine, but the rain is soothing. My heart doesn't hurt. It beats. pumps blood through veins. The oxygen I breathe is all that sustains me. I don't believe in love anymore.

I don't have to.