Everybody expects you to fall in love, I just want you to be prepared.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
Everybody expects you to fall in love, I just want you to be prepared.
In her dreams time would stop in a place of emptiness of every unfulfilled wish, and every unspoken word.
Everything hurt - her heart, her head, her soul.
I have too much desire unfulfilled. I couldn't stand being a passing fancy... and you weren't having any of me.
Her heart was struggling to smile, if only I had not loved the wrong guy.
Maybe I am not good enough, that's the thought that haunts.
Some were magically attracted to men selfish and blind to how love truly felt.
For a fleeting instant she flashed her hidden depths concealed inside her, and he saw that distant look as if she had lost something.
Beneath the pain was a woman who could write like that.
I simply am dying of love.