How do you do it? How?
Why do you take four hours to respond when I reply to you as quickly as you do? You say you fell asleep and I believe you.
But, how can you can sleep at random ass hours of the day? I can't sleep without thinking of you. I can't sleep at night period and you do it so effortlessly. Don't you think of me too? Doesn't your mind run wild at the thought of me as I do you?
I can't sleep when you don't reply. The thing is, you leave me on delivered, which I suppose is better than opened. But a reply is so much better. Once you left me on delivered for a whole ass day. How?
But when you finally respond, I want to be dry and make you miss the conversations that could have happened if you would have just replied.
I try to reply fast but you still seem to fall asleep. Everytime.
I replied one minute later, right after you and it took you a whole ass day to reply back.
I don't understand people. Why do you say you miss me but do something that makes it seem like you could be more perfect without me. I don't want to text you again asking if your okay because I don't want to seem needy or clingy.
The thing is that I just want to be near you and hold you. Dont you want the same?
I don't want to be mad or sad about all the shitty thoughts in my brain that makes me feel like I don't deserve you because you dont text back. I do get upset a tiny bit but somehow you text back with...
-ME
hiiii
21 HOURS LATER
-HIM
GOODMORNINGGG
HI MOMMASSS
I stay up all night worried about you. About wether or not if you're trying to diss me or the fact that I'm boring and can't hold a conversation with you. Maybe it's because I said something or maybe it's what I didn't say. Tell me what I did and I will fix what ever is wrong with me.
I want you to want me, to need me.
Like the way I crave for you.
Ughhh and when he calls me mami, all has been forgiven.
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