disasterousbeauty

love is perfect until it dies then it's more imperfect than anything it leaves empty spaces in once full places love is blind until it opens your eyes to behold perfection in the form of a person but love isn't as blind as we think love is loving until another comes into the perfect picture then rips away all that you loved to leave you with sorrow love is unkind until love is not blind and Cupid's arrow shoots you in the ass and you walk past the person you'll love love is not caring of what others think until they make you cry tears of hate when your loved one leaves you for them love is just a bitch until you