i know it’s embarrassing,
but my chest still tightens seeing him sink into my own clothes. stealing my mold. you were never one for taking what you don’t deserve. no wonder you chose the low life. speak to me like i’m still new. like i’m a doll in a plastic box. all pretty and polished. i know you. don’t try to pretend i don’t. you sat, wordlessly. ( Read more... )