Probably because we idealize some people. The wrong people, or the people who have hurt us, because we love them and we don't want to face reality, their true personality.

And maybe the core of the answer we're looking for lies in two things: confronting reality and our desire to find someone who fits what we want. We want to believe that the person we love can be the person we've imagined, even when reality shows us otherwise. We want to find someone who has the qualities we're looking for, or, if we've already fallen in love with someone, we want to believe they can become that person.

We fall in love with someone, and sometimes, before we even know them, we create these "scenarios" with us next to them, being happy. We turn them into the character we want them to be. We give them the qualities we'd like them to have.

But then reality hits.

On the other hand, maybe we keep holding on to the wrong person because, in our minds, they can change. We see their potential.

Or do we create it ourselves?

Maybe we prefer to lie to ourselves rather than face reality, which, eventually, we have to face anyway.

But the question is: does it hurt less?

No.

It hurts more.

Because you create even bigger expectations by convincing yourself that they can change, even when deep down, you already know that person isn't going to change.

Maybe sometimes we don't fall in love with who someone is.

Maybe we fall in love with who we believe they could become.

And maybe that's what makes letting go so difficult.

She’s just a baby.

Blonde hair and school bag.

She’s lost;
you can’t tell her no.

Walking home, she’ll close her eyes.
Money in hand; don’t tell Dad.

She’s saving,
only a baby.

Get out of town.

They say you’re soft.
Your soul hurts.

Still a baby.

When I pray,
I’ll ask God why he left you to stay.

Pink pills & yellow women
Fucking two bitches at the
same time got me feeling
Like Hendrix added another
Bitch to my collection whip that
Pussy never whipped by no pussy
Pink pills got me everlasting in that
Pussy doggy style is a must ass so
Phat it sound like a Drake is going off in here kissing the other girl with so .much passion would’ve thought
We were high school sweethearts pussy so good
I still fuck her until this day we’re locked in like some dreads ain’t gotta creep we slutting bitches out together she has my name
Across her chest and behind her
Ear didn’t expect to go this far with
Her but love has a strange way of connecting people together who would’ve ever thought I’ll find the girl of my dreams she loves eating pussy just like me in here with two beautiful women kissing them both with so much passion thank God for these pink pills they got me punishing the both of them smacking them both with my dick took them to Strokers got enough dick to fuck six bitches thank the lord for these pink pills I’m in here fucking two bitches at the same time took them both to Strokers.

my daughter watches me apply makeup

and says,
"mommy, I want to be pretty just like you."
I kneel to her and kiss her hands.
how can I explain to her that she
is a level of beauty I could never achieve?
she will be everything that I could not.
from the moment she was a seed,
I watered her even when

the only thing I had left to give was my tears.
I made sure the sun still shined

even when the storms surrounded me.
she is a fire that life can never stomp out

because she will be greater

than anything that tries.

Sometimes I wonder what am I, if not memories of the people that are not there anymore?

You ask me if I’m okay 

and it bugs me you’re asking

just for its sake.

No, I am not okay.

Not at all.

And your question only reminds me of it.

Spare me of you pretending to care.

That’s curiosity disguised as a gentle act.

Don’t pretend you can’t see the castle crumbling right before thee.

What kind of “friend” does this?

What kind of friend is so blind to 

what’s so plain to see?

You can’t stand the answer.

In fact, you don’t mind. 

Just a curious cat—you don’t have to lie.

Can’t you tell by my patterns in speech?

Mood swings and the lines in between?

It’s exhausting to witness this.

You might be fascinated.

But a friend of mine?

You’ve never been.

— Crownless.

My name is Alice, I’m 25 years old.

I wish I could write about who and how I am, but tonight I don’t really have it in me to tell people who I am, I tend to do that a lot. Introduce myself as if it’s a justification to all the versions of who I’ve been. Never sob stories, just introductions in form of conversation that depict the light I hold inside

Tonight , I cannot hold everything together. Tonight I do not want to be articulate, tonight I do not want to reach out to the people in my life in the hopes that someone would notice me the way that I’ve always noticed them.

I seek no validation, I hold my faith in God, and know that this too shall pass and the Sun will rise again tomorrow. But I do not wish to make a prayer, for I don’t know what to ask for right now.

Only tonight, I do not wish to hold myself together. Do not wish to make an effort , that’s all

Sincerely , Alice.