I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind.
But jesus fuck I’d swallow poison if it tasted like you.
Missing you comes in waves.
Tonight I’m drowning.
I didn’t say “I love you” to hear it back. I said it to make sure you knew.
I’m sorry I’m a bitch
I’m sorry I don’t cook
I’m sorry I don’t answer you right away
I’m sorry I’m sad
I’m sorry I’m broken
I’m sorry I’m not good enough
I love you
But do you love me?
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Let me be your:
7am morning fuck before you go to work
Midday text, letting you know that you’re on my mind
5pm cuddle after a long days work
11pm rough fuck as i pound away the frustrations of your day
2am soft whisper in your ear, as i tell you “i love you”