broken-heart
i think thatyou’re crazy but in that good way and i know how you feel about me but i just don’t know what to say so i let go of everything.. of myself of my apprehension of everything. literally. i slip away and slide into you and i don’t know who i am anymore. i’m just some kind of girl that’s sitting around waiting on a phone call from you but i can’t think or breathe or feel without you here all because you had some wonderful idea that i should become a part of you and now who the fuck am i without you. i want you again. i never got over you. that’s all i have to say. maybe i’m just talking out of the cough syrup but i don’t know who i am and i want me back. because at least i fucking knew that girl. and i still know you so well because you never fucking change and you never say anything but nice words and did I ever tell you that I loved you. yeah, you did. well, it’s just another fucking broken heart.
i never said thank you for that.