Sade Andria Zabala

You wanted to see the world. And yet, all I want is to see you.

I said I love youwhen what I meant to say was"I__ afraid of being alone."I said I need youwhen what I meant to say was"I need to learn how to love myself.

I am starting to acceptthat you never loved me.And it's sadbecause I don't think you seehow beautiful you are to me.Your face was the lightthat chased away the shadows,every nightmare, every fear.But you burned out and nowI'm learning to be afraidof the dark once again.

Do not settle for people who do not appreciate you, who do not know how lucky they are. Remember it is a privilege to be loved by you or even just to be touched by you. And the warmth of another body does not define your worth.

The thought of youbeing with someone else isliterally killing me.And you couldn__ care less. BecauseI am just one of the writhing bodiesthat ruined your bed sheets.

I used to arch my back for boys who couldn__ even remember the color of my bedsheets.But you, however, made me turnover the arch on my mouth.

Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.

You are neither coffee nor tea,you are just the right amount ofwhatever it is I__ trying to find.

I hate early mornings.But I love waking up with you.

Kill the part of you that believes it can't survive without someone else.

To me you were home, to you I was just a vacation.

And the next time I reach for my pen,it won__ be to write about you again.The sun will feel warm on my skin once more,and I will get drunk on the colors of the skyinstead of tasting hangovers dripping from strangers_ lips.

I envythe cup of coffeethat getsto kissyour sleepy lipsawakeevery cold andbitter morning.

I am the girlyou fool around with,before you meetthe love of your life.

I ache for you.

God is such a cruel godfor making you so wonderful,and for making me so weak.