r.h. Sin

I’ve come to realize

that those who smile the most

usually shed the most tears

in secret

and those who laugh the
hardest

are usually the ones who cry the
loudest

in silence.

some people spend most

of their lives

either surviving heartache

or dying from the weight

of emotional distress

shit

we’ve always wanted

too late.

no one misses you until you
walk away

no one appreciates you until
you’re gone

no one understands this until
you’ve given up on waiting for
things to get better

no one listens until silence is the
only thing left

there’s no freedom in loving the
wrong person

you spend most nights, locked
away in your own mind

overthinking and driving
yourself mad

to love the wrong person is hell
on earth, death in life

an emotional prison

there’s no freedom in loving the
wrong person

you spend most nights, locked
away in your own mind

overthinking and driving
yourself mad

to love the wrong person is hell
on earth, death in life

an emotional prison

fraudulent emotions.

most people find themselves

in love with the person

who is keeping them

from finding true love

sadly, we’ve become a
generation

content with being in love

with a love that isn’t real

hell here.

hell on earth will always be
trying to maintain a relationship
with someone who is too weak
to remain loyal to the idea of a
forever with you

women like you.

I’m too loyal

to myself

to entertain anyone

who can’t remain loyal to me

together but alone

somewhere deep, somewhere
warm, away from the cold

I took her and then I wore her
out like a jacket in the winter

the lesson.

not everyone you love

will stay

not everyone you trust

will be loyal

some people only exist

as examples of what to avoid

her interlude.

and there she was

lying there alone

eyes fixated on this page

this book

these words

her emotional mind state
unknown

but I knew

and I wrote this for her

I wrote this for you

you’re going to be fine

why we stay.

that’s the problem

instead of using our strength

to let go

where only chaos lives

self-care.

betrayal makes the heart fragile

handle yourself with care

the emptiness.

you just get so damn empty

sharing yourself for the sake of
keeping them interested

giving them your all and yet
they act as if it’s nothing

pain so deep that not even the
ocean could match its depth

waves of disappointment and
lies