Eventually, we felt pain so often it became our 'alright' or 'okay'. We fought love and happiness, because we found it was uncomfortable or we didn't want to feel a high to regain our expectations or something.... We avoided new places and people for fear we would suck them into our pit of despair.
But regardless of how many precautions we took, we still found that our paths would intersect against what we desired. Now we're endlessly infatuated with the misery we've brought from the past: former lovers and broken promises cause jealousy and fights between the two most opposite people on the planet.
But each day, I'm digging deeper into you. I'm looking forward to you sorting out your feelings. Admittedly, in the beginning I refused to look into your eyes, to regard any of my feelings as honest, and held myself above the shark pit.
But I'm a weak girl, you see. And I fell through- I fell into you.
I fell into a bed of dandelions.