Just leave me out of it,” she sobbed. “I don’t want you to do this to me anymore. You took everything I have. You took my best friend, my friend group, the environment I felt safe in… you took it all. Haven’t I bled for you enough?
Protect me, kind goddess,
I am afraid of the dark.
I would rather burn hating Apollo
than be consumed loving Nyx.
Sweet Aphrodite, I am bitter about love,
so I tell myself burning is easy.
A martyr for the heartbroken
is all I can hope to be.
Aphrodite, please, don’t make me fall again || O.L.
the second it starts to hurt you more than make you happy, it is no longer love. love is not painful. love does not destroy you. it should build you up, make you feel yellow, blue, all the brightest colors in one. love is the one goddamn thing that can save you and so often people get love and cruelty mixed up.