“Have you ever been in love? It’s horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and opens up your beating heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you all up. You build up all these defences; you build up a whole suit of armour, so that you feel safe, so nothing can hurt you. Then that one stupid person – who’s most probably no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. You let them in. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. You’re stripped of your armour, you aren’t safe anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside of you. It eats you out and leaves you crying all alone in the darkness. So simple a phrase like “maybe we should just be friends” or “it isn’t working out” turns into a glass splinter working its way towards your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart-pain. I hate love. This is the last time I ever let myself love again. I’ve had my heart broken too many times. Maybe it’s my own fault, Maybe I fall in love too easily. Trust and love is like a mirror – You can fix it if it’s broke but guess what? You can still see the crack in that mother-fuckers reflection.

“Have you ever been in love? It’s horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and opens up your beating heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you all up. You build up all these defences; you build up a whole suit of armour, so that you feel safe, so nothing can hurt you. Then that one stupid person – who’s most probably no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. You let them in. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. You’re stripped of your armour, you aren’t safe anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside of you. It eats you out and leaves you crying all alone in the darkness. So simple a phrase like “maybe we should just be friends” or “it isn’t working out” turns into a glass splinter working its way towards your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart-pain. I hate love. This is the last time I ever let myself love again. I’ve had my heart broken too many times. Maybe it’s my own fault, Maybe I fall in love too easily. Trust and love is like a mirror – You can fix it if it’s broke but guess what? You can still see the crack in that mother-fuckers reflection. “Have you ever been in love? It’s horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and opens up your beating heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you all up. You build up all these defences; you build up a whole suit of armour, so that you feel safe, so nothing can hurt you. Then that one stupid person – who’s most probably no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. You let them in. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. You’re stripped of your armour, you aren’t safe anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside of you. It eats you out and leaves you crying all alone in the darkness. So simple a phrase like “maybe we