I’m not sure what will end this cycle of late nights and quick goodbyes. I’m not sure what’s going to make it so I don’t crave your hands on me.
Have fun with your friends. Eat a burger. Eat a salad. Eat whatever you feel like eating. Don’t count calories, count memories.
That’s the thing about depression, there’s no real reason to have it, you just do. It’s a part of your brain. It is something that is for some reason your reality. It’s mine too.
I want you to tame my wild and unruly heart and make it your own. I want to become a part of you in a way I’ve never been a part of someone before.
I need someone to pray for me. I need someone to beg for my soul back because it’s completely imprisoned in your hands.
He’s thinking about asking me about you. I know he is.
Don’t just tell me how you want to tie me up, tell me why you want to tie me down.
Hearts are so easily damaged and so hard to repair. That’s what you’re thinking anyways as you call someone to come to your house in the middle of the night to fill a hole someone else left.
My mind won’t stop. It’s reminding me that we’re in the same city again and all I want to do is be near you.
All you really deserve is the honesty it takes to move on from this.