Ultimatum
You want me? Great. You need me? Wonderful. You love me? Fabulous. Then fucking show it. I refuse to sit here alone, waiting for you, if you can't even take the time to shoot me a text. I don't know where you are, how you are, who you're with, what you're doing, when you'll be going to bed, if you're sad, if you're happy, I know nothing. You're giving me no information. How am I supposed to be comfortable, and not anxious, paranoid, and worried if you don't fucking talk to me at all? I don't even know your roommates name. Not that it matters- its just thats the lack of communication. You've told me nothing. You've reassured me of nothing. You haven't taken the time to make sure you tell me you love me, or make sure I know I'm beautiful. You haven't told me you miss me, or you wish you could see my smile.
I know its hard. I know you're adjusting. But it doesn't matter. Don't you get that? When you're in love with someone- their feelings are just as important as yours. I know you're nervous, a little sad, and excited and happy at the same time. But you're completely disregarding my feelings. And its not okay. I tell you how I feel and you care for an hour and then disappear again. I need reassurance. I need affection. I need to know you care.
And you're not showing it at all. I can't take it. You know me. You know I am an emotional basket case. Have you even thought about how all of this has made me feel? Well in case you haven't, I'll put it bluntly. LIKE SHIT.
Take care of me. Or I'll leave, and find someone else who will. Not a threat, just the honest truth. You've left me someone I don't recognize. I don't know who I am. Who you leaving has turned me into. A depressed mess. And I can't go back to okay on my own. I need help picking up the pieces. And if you won't help me, then I will leave.
But I don't want to. I want you, i want you with every fiber of my being, I love you with "every bone in my body". I need you. I need your warmth. I need your greasy hair, your soft hands, your goofy smile, your sweet voice. Your mouth, your eyes, your heart. I need you to know that. I love you. More than I've ever loved anyone. You made me feel love. I've thought I'd really experienced love before, but I've never experienced anything more than passion. I've never felt this way before.. my fingertips have never craved the opportunity to trace your skin, feel your bones. My eyes have never longed to size up your body, to take in every inch and remember it better than my name. My heart has never been fonder, beat for purpose, louder and clearer. My lungs breathe out as you breathe in. We're the same person. And its beautiful. Don't tell me you let the memories I hold so dear slip through your fingers, because what we had (have?) is real. If you let me go, it will be a mistake.
So now, take care of me. Or I'm gone. I've been through passionate heart break before. I can do it again. The longer this drags out, the harder it'll be. Show me what you want, now.
I know its hard. I know you're adjusting. But it doesn't matter. Don't you get that? When you're in love with someone- their feelings are just as important as yours. I know you're nervous, a little sad, and excited and happy at the same time. But you're completely disregarding my feelings. And its not okay. I tell you how I feel and you care for an hour and then disappear again. I need reassurance. I need affection. I need to know you care.
And you're not showing it at all. I can't take it. You know me. You know I am an emotional basket case. Have you even thought about how all of this has made me feel? Well in case you haven't, I'll put it bluntly. LIKE SHIT.
Take care of me. Or I'll leave, and find someone else who will. Not a threat, just the honest truth. You've left me someone I don't recognize. I don't know who I am. Who you leaving has turned me into. A depressed mess. And I can't go back to okay on my own. I need help picking up the pieces. And if you won't help me, then I will leave.
But I don't want to. I want you, i want you with every fiber of my being, I love you with "every bone in my body". I need you. I need your warmth. I need your greasy hair, your soft hands, your goofy smile, your sweet voice. Your mouth, your eyes, your heart. I need you to know that. I love you. More than I've ever loved anyone. You made me feel love. I've thought I'd really experienced love before, but I've never experienced anything more than passion. I've never felt this way before.. my fingertips have never craved the opportunity to trace your skin, feel your bones. My eyes have never longed to size up your body, to take in every inch and remember it better than my name. My heart has never been fonder, beat for purpose, louder and clearer. My lungs breathe out as you breathe in. We're the same person. And its beautiful. Don't tell me you let the memories I hold so dear slip through your fingers, because what we had (have?) is real. If you let me go, it will be a mistake.
So now, take care of me. Or I'm gone. I've been through passionate heart break before. I can do it again. The longer this drags out, the harder it'll be. Show me what you want, now.