The game of who needs who the worst.
Go through every emotion humanly possible in a 48 hour time period. And I am just left completely empty. I am not I. He is not he. And together we have become nothing. Our impossible strength fades away. With three words. And a kiss. Backs turned to never turn back. This is to throwing away two years of your life. And for what? I cry so much. And then crawl up on the bathroom floor for hours. With dreams of a bullet to the head. And these thoughts of suicide are terrifying because they have never been so prominent. And not to say I would ever do it. I am just fascinated by the thought of waking up in a pool of my own blood.
And then snap. Wake up. "You've been having a nightmare." Correction. "You've been living a nightmare." And all I want now, more than anything, is to step out of this quietly. With nothing left of you and I. But that letter. And those words. And all those times you would whisper in my ear how you wanted to fuck me. Oh darling, you really are crazy.
And then snap. Wake up. "You've been having a nightmare." Correction. "You've been living a nightmare." And all I want now, more than anything, is to step out of this quietly. With nothing left of you and I. But that letter. And those words. And all those times you would whisper in my ear how you wanted to fuck me. Oh darling, you really are crazy.