You think I’m darling now, but just you wait until I’m screaming at a wall at 4 in the morning thinking that it’s God.
You think I’m strong now, but just you wait until blood and tears mix themselves into my nights.
You think I’m handsome now, but just wait until I break down from not being able to believe a word you say to me.
You think I’m perfect now, but just wait until you realize I’m sitting with you to distract myself from someone else.