i don't know how to look at you without thinking about what you said earlier.
i think of us as an uneasy ride of too many tears and too many smiles.
you knew i wasn't good enough. why did you continue to tell me that my mind was the only thing that would keep your selfish body and conscience satisfied? but yet, in the end, i had to be the one to make things horrible and you blamed my ******* issues.
*******. ******* for being so attached. you're such a capricorn. i want to move on, but your smell still lingers in my sheets. how am i suppose to get the **** over you?
i wish i had better, healthier things to say. yet it's all hate. every thought i ever had for you. because as much as i desire to have you in my air, i can't. not because of you, not because it's your choice. it's because i need to wait.
and i'm sorry. i'm really sorry. i have so much emotions that just pour out and out. but they don't ever come to a conclusion. because in the end, as much as you call me yours, and make your feelings and love true to me, we're not healthy. and we're both better off dead before even thinking about being anywhere near or close to having a companionship together.