Love me.
Love me.
Show me you ******* love me.
Stop talking to past lovers.
Stop giving them sips of your attention.
I want to get drunk off of you.
I want to be gone.
I want to be numb.
No.
I want to feel every part of your lovely soul.
Please.
Just love me.
Please show me..
I'm drunk, I'm sorry I'm being a bother to you as you just lay there next to me.
our legs are tangled, are our hearts still?
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Love me.
Love me.
Show me you ******* love me.
Stop talking to past lovers.
Stop giving them sips of your attention.
I want to get drunk off of you.
I want to be gone.
I want to be numb.
No.
I want to feel every part of your lovely soul.
Please.
Just love me.
Please show me..
I'm drunk, I'm sorry I'm being a bother to you as you just lay there next to me.
our legs are tangled, are our hearts still?
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