I’m tired.

Tired of being independent. Tired of being strong. Tired of guarding my heart. Tired of guessing. Tired of playing games. Tired of feeling alone.

So that nobody can hurt me and walk away from me thinking that I’d be coping just fine. Nobody can decide that they can play with my heart or think of me as a conquest without any consequences to how I feel and how it breaks my heart. They don’t give a shit how I picked up the pieces because they know I will picked them up. Just that every single time that happened, some pieces of me were gone forever.

I want to love and be loved freely, and that’s abso-fucking-lutely from the bottom of my heart.

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