And if we ever meet again,
then I’ll have so much more to say.
I can’t sleep alone anymore, I’ve tasted what it was like sleeping next to you, and oh god, sleeping alone I swear has never felt right again.
(These nights are long knowing that I’m not laying with you.)
I want your hands to shake and your eyes to turn red when you no longer can remember the way my voice sound and the way my lips tasted
And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
I really don’t want to do this paper… but its due tomorrow… and I dont have class until 1:30