sometimes i hate how just that one person can turn you heart into mush and smash it into a million fucking pieces and no matter what you do your single, obseesive and alone as fuck.
even tho they're still there you heats wants explode over the earth and uder the ashes your souls already burned up a year or so ago...
the days you long to give yet you can cause thats person still makes you get up in morning whether you want to or not. that one person that gets away with saying i love you yet your never truly sure if they really mean it or just dont wanna let you down so hard...
with all these lingering questions as to how in the next instance you'll breathe even tho the air conditions are fine in atmosphere...
these are the moments you swallow down so hard with a shot of tequila that wont dare even aid your suffering...
people who no matter if they're a dick, hate you love you, cant seem to fucking love you bad....honestly its true love is the worst and slowest form of suicide...