the big puddle separating us from touching, feeling.
the morning sky.
my veins, which if cut through, can make me die.
Getting too attached to someone, who doesn't feel the same way, is the worst possible feeling.
Sometimes I feel as though I wanna cry myself to sleep- wishing he would feel the same, but at the same time, I wanna talk to him all day long.
When he calls me baby, I get a flutter of butterflies in my stomach.
When he says "I love you too" I feel myself craving those 4, deadly words more and more.
When he tells me what he wants to do to me, I sigh.
Why do I sigh you ask?
While he wants a quick, easy fuck,
I want love.
Love,
A word I have come to despise more and more.
