I'm never good enough for me.

[cellothepirate]

You do realize, I miss you fantastically.
It’s dangerous, but I do.
Why?
Oh yeah. You held me through the aftershock.

But how do I handle something, that doesn’t exist to you.
That was based on lies to me.
And only has meaning for an hour or two a week.

I lied.
About me.
I wanted to make it…distant.
So you weren’t fucking me.
It was someone else.
Someone who didn’t exist.

But,
I fell for myself.

And fell for you even harder.

But you don’t even know me.
You know who I told you.
You know who I made.

And now.

Fuck.

I’m crying again.