I know that there's a limit to everything.

“I want your smile.
I want your arms wrapped around me.
I want your oceanic-blue tantalizing eyes piercing through my empty soul.
I want your kisses.
I want your tight hugs.
I want your voice lulling me to sleep.
I want your late night sweet messages.
I want your trust.
I want your love.
I want everything from you.
I want them mine alone.

Am I asking for too much?

I’ll stop making non-sense jokes to make you smile.
I’ll stop teasing you.
I’ll stop confiding myself to you.
I’ll stop caring.
I’ll stop showing fragility.
I’ll stop getting used to your concern-filled cold voice.
I’ll stop asking for your attention.
I’ll stop trying.
I’ll stop asking for more.
I’ll stop being greedy.
I’ll stop wanting you.
I’ll stop this feeling.
     Maybe.

     I think.

     Hopefully.

Do you want me to stop?”

just the thought of you drives me insane but my presence is merely nonexistent to you.

I tend to wonder if these pills are taking effect. I also tend to wonder if I'm just delusional.

How do you commit suicide without hurting the ones around you?

For once, be your own crutch.

And at that moment, I realized that there was never anything there. Nothing between us, at all. The thought of that makes me break.