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I fucking hate us. I love you and you’re never going to do anything about it and I know that. So why do you come back? Why do I let you here? I’m tired of the crying, tired of the wondering where you are…. What you’re doing…. If any girls are yours… If we will ever fucking meet…. All these things go thru my head. Knowing I’m better off without you, but wanting you all at the same time. My throat is knots right now…. It hurts, like acid thrown onto you. You ARE my drug. The drug I won’t ever give up. I need your kiss, your love, and your compassion. I know you care… But do I see it all the time? No. Do I wonder if you have others? Yes, all the time. You’re my heroine.

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