if i fell in love, would you be mad? on a scale of apathy to indifference, i think i can guess how much you didn’t care. when all i wanted was slow smiles and endless cups of tea, you wanted the wind in your hair and drunken mistakes. and i get that, but you didn’t have to treat me like a landfill, like i was a dumping group for your insecurities and wasted time. i’m holding on to you like repressed anger, even though i think i forget how to be angry at you. you’re the years i enjoyed wasting but now i realize there were so many things i could have accomplished. and it’s my own fault for letting your twisted way of loving make me forget how to love myself.