I know I may not live long this year for many unknown reasons, but please rest assure knowing that I’ve loved you and I apologize for not telling you any sooner.
I’m choking on my last breath I take and I can’t seem to find any other means to care. I’m stuck in my struggles of not caring... who knows me better than I?
I can’t crawl or climb above the surface of all my doubts and beliefs.
Last night she was a glimpse of empty pleasure, a cup filled with potential wishes. Her eyes reflected her love and desire for me and I couldn’t have possibly understood the type of love she felt for me. I took the chances of being her shoes for once and at that instance I was able to comprehend what I was doing to her to cause her to feel such compassion. She kissed me gently and with every touch and breath there was another story to be understood
None of it fits together so don’t assume that any of this is suppose to make any sense