eighteen, maybe nineteen?
cool headed, collected, deprecation of a mother’s touch
yet so much perpetrated self love developed over years “you’re so beyond your..” you know what never mind
for someone self assured you to still need some assurance
you definitely did that night
and i was convinced i was deserving of what i never had.
god deprives is of more than we’d like to admit
pleasure will change the view
that pit in your stomach was foreshadowing the bowl of acid tossed in my face (metaphorically)
and ironically we fight it knowing it’s going to defeat us in the end.
if only we listened.
i should have known better
i knew it was gonna be hard i just didn’t expect you to quit.
not sure what i expected, maybe you to try or some ****