I did it again:
I have someone's heart in my hand.
But do they have mine?
We have said things that can't be taken back.
I didn't stop it, though,
So I have finally become what I hate.
I am a hypocrite; a deceiver.
But because I recognize it, does that make it right?
No, no, it doesn't, but what can I do to change myself?
DO I love him? I think I do. But do I know what love is?
If I don't, can I tell him that? Can I break him?
I don't think I can.
But if I do love him, which I might. I think I do.
But, WHAT is love at 15?
Does it even exist through the teenage drama?
I was told all these things once before.
All these promises. All these words.
It was all broken, it all fell apart.
It will all happen again; hell, I told my thoughts to the one I trust the most.
So I suppose there is teenage love, which is fast, and never lasts in the end.
So for now, I'll embrace this teenage love, and wait for it to end.
So I have finally become what I hate. Another stupid girl who says stupid things.
How can I live with myself, now that I have become what I disdain.