No. You got it wrong, we ain’t meant for each other. You gotta understand, there is always a cost, and the cost to the choices you’ve made is me and you. No going back on that. Like I said, I want you to be happy and you’re my friend. But I want a real life.
do u ever yell at people “I WANT TO FUCK YOU” but like in ur head
"I am not a bus stop; I am not a space for you to fill until better comes along. I am your 2 AM conversations under starry skies. I am the sheets that will still be wrapped around you in the morning. I am sex in the shower and your candlelit dinner. I am your emergency contact, the hairs you find in the car. I am your Sunday drive and your Wednesday lunch. I am mismatched socks and late night tears. I am the ring around your finger, the ring for your keys. I may not be your first kiss, but I intend to be your last. Do not kiss me if your intentions are not the same."
It always hits me in the middle of the day
when the suns shining soft against my face,
just as I forget
or thought I did
It just destroys me
The sun starts burning violently
and everything solid becomes liquid
and every liquid thought becomes solid enough to crush everything I thought I had