Don't you hate it? - Mary Beth Mitchell

Don’t you hate when they kiss you?


And everything you meant to tell them is suddenly 5 million miles away on a one way train with no intent on returning.



Don’t you hate when they hold you?

Diminishing all the hurt and you let yourself feels save embracing vulnerability like you’ll never be broken.



Don’t you hate when they look at you?

With those eyes, sweet and loving as you lock onto their gaze like it’s the most beautiful thing in the world and nothing else matters.



Don’t you hate when they love you?

And tell you that you’re perfect so you let yourself feel beautiful as he kisses you and holds you and looks at you.



Don’t you hate it?

When it makes you fall in love.