and i ache just thinking about it all those times i needed you and you walked right out the door. all the soft and tender midnight words i dreamed you had whispered in my ears that were soon replaced with cold lifeless ones.
and i ache
i ache for all the times my heart skipped a beat just to get thrown down the stairs
i ache remembering all those nights that i would lie awake alone. right next to you.
begging to be touched to be looked at to be held to be seen to be felt in all the throbbing places inside of me just one little kiss one kind word a moment of softness some sort of mercy
if you read this you might find this funny, texts about a self-proclaimed problematic girl but isn’t she really one?
did u ever show her that you love her? do you think she even felt it? are you sure that you love her? if yes, then why are you doing this to her? do you think she deserve this? words can ****. and I think you are a murderer.