gave you all the love I had in me and you put it away nicely.
Now it bares a weight and it’s you’re burden, so you give it out to people like its spare change. 
and you wonder why I’ve grown so cold.
(Yes I wrote this piece of shit)

"You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see- when she smiles, you’ll love her."
- Pan’s Labyrinth (via emotional-algebra)