Being in love is a state of submission in itself. Loving someone who doesn’t reciprocate is draining and painful, yet we can’t help our emotions.
I want out.
I don’t enjoy how I feel. My judgment becomes clouded, and I repress my intuition. My mind says I’m stupid for falling for you.
I can’t help but think of the worst, and it seems you enjoy seeing me get on my knees and revere you.
Maybe you think confidently every day that I believe all of the lies, but the truth is I simply play along.
I hate the fact that I’m monogamous emotionally and sexually, that even entertaining the thought of fucking someone else is hard to do. For a fleeting moment it’s there, and then I realize my own truth, and then it’s gone.
I will continue loving you, because I know that I can’t help myself.
I will continue to blindingly love you, because I know that in this life everything you do comes back to you.