You were always so sweet to me when you requested my presence.
We'd always have a drink and share cigarettes and just talk.
Our sweet snuggles with True Blood in the background. Dogs also snuggled in with the both of us. It was literally peace, I've never been in a safe peaceful place in a long time. I swore I was able to sleep just fine. I almost never wanted to leave. Your smile and giggle was literally the best thing that ever happened to me. I still remember the happiness of your energy when you'd wake me up. The very first time I slept over you woke me up and asked me if I wanted donuts for breakfast. I've never blushed so hard in my life but I drifted off to sleep, my bad love. I'd read out loud my journal entries and my poetry. I'd express my feelings and history with a few drinks and cigarettes as you lay in my arms seeking peace and comfort. I'd never been so happy to share my poetry I'd almost thought you was bluffing until you asked me to keep going. It was right then and there I knew you were serious about your interest with my words. I still day dream about you requesting me to come over. I knew you weren't ready for any relationship, I couldn't careless about your history, but I did care a lot about you and your request was always granted in my book. I don't blame you one bit for ghosting me. I'd be scared too, but I do know one thing. I wish to be scared with you.

I'm beginning to think I'm a *******.
This tolerance was either built in perfection or was meant to be ****** up by their destruction.
The pain of depression has no location, but physical pain always had the location enabled. Maybe that's why I find comfort in my scars. For the sake of the walls I built I will be ****** of my veins bleeding.
I'll find a map instead.
Her hellos and goodnights made me wish her lies were wrapped in my arms. A good day and how was your day made me feel a touch of warmth. It's tough to figure me out.