Looks can be the most deceiving. Something that looks so pure and delicate can be extremely tormented and broken. There are so many smiles that have been falsely used. We are like books, we have a cover, some maybe shiny and new while others can have scratches and rips but thatís never what matters. The inside of it is what matters and what makes up who we are.
Iíve seen the worst in the most beautiful and the best in the ones hardly notices. Iíve seen things so unbelievable that its almost as if it was a dream.
Maybe it was all a dream, because I looked into the eyes of an angel and saw nothing but the devil, this leads me to love. The downfall with falling in love is that somewhere along the line you also fall and lose yourself. You forget your own favorite color, itís replaced with theirs. You forget little things about yourself and you canít say something general without a ĎWeí, itís never ĎIí anymore. Youíve become the other person as if you both are one. It sounds lovely, right?
If youíre not the luckiest of the bunch, when they donít love you anymore, and they leave, youíve still forgotten everything about yourself. You still breathe their air and youíre still feeling what they made you feel.
There is a pain that forever lives inside of you, it fades, but never truly disappears. It creates the Ďwhat ifsí and the Ďmaybesí but our own instinct is to go out and find someone to give us those feelings again.
So, that is the downfall of love, you lose yourself, and you never are entirely found again.