If you’re reading this:
I love you. It’s been months, and I still love you. The substances, the sweat, and saliva from strangers cannot mask the pain I have stored inside.
I’m sorry I couldn’t love you the way you needed to be loved. I didn’t understand. As each day passes, I figure out more and more. I’m so sorry.
I miss you. I pray for you; I don’t know who I’m praying to, or what, but I hope someone or something hears me and makes sure you’re okay.
I’m sorry that I still love you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
“12 Things you should do if you love someone 1. Write them poetry even if it’s shitty. I don’t care if it’s fucking nonse...”
“One day, you’ll know and it will all make sense.”
“Coffee in my veins, you in my heart, and anxiety on my mind. Well, fuck.”
“I’m homesick for arms that don’t want to hold me.”
“I’m not one to hold hands, but baby when you told me you wanted to die, I held your hand so tight that the bones in my wrist molded in...”
“The drugs aren’t strong enough, I can still remember you.”
“You are a lighter, and I am a cigarette; harmless until we intervene, fatal when we do.”
“When god became lonely he created man, Or was it When man became lonely he created god.”
“See, when you meet someone for the first time, you don’t really imagine that they would turn out to be someone important to you. You don’...”
“I’m sorry to call but I just needed to know; Darling, was I really that easy to let go?”
“1:38 AM I’m thinking about an apology that I never got and probably never will get. Your indifference is costing me sleep 1:40 AM I think I...”