i'm a bleeding-hearts project; a charity case. i'm a target you can't hit in the worst ******* way.
she got me to quit, (at least for a second,) but what did i expect? a manic pixie dream girl to put it all to rest? the drinking and drugging and parties and chugging that bottle joe came with- and what's this **** laced with?
the funnels and hot tubs and ***** to mop up and mornings in cold sweats and gatorade regret?
life happens too fast, and then you're all blast off that perky you railed, and your phone chimes- just once- and her name is on the screen.
"I just want to know that you're okay. I miss you. I hope you know that I had to do this, and I wasn't ashamed to kiss you. Call me if you want. If not that's fine. Just read this message so I know you're alive. Love you."
your heartbeat slows down, and ****.
it's cold down here.
sorry that i rhymed "with" to "with" i was in the zone man