Please don't tell me that you've always been in love with me and that you will always have these feelings for me I don't buy that Please don't call me at 4am with heart felt messages in a drunken state I won't buy that
Please don't chase me when I run away from you, when I desert you halfway through dinner and scream hellbent 'I love you's' at me across the street I shan't buy that
Please do understand, that I am faithful to no-one, that I am capable of nothing, save destruction and that I do not buy into the ideals of love, into anything more than ***** fuelled hook-ups and faible, fiery passion.
I want to be able to write properly again so so so badly I feel as though if I persevere with this **** then one day I might just get it back