It's 3 days before Christmas, and 9 days before 2016, and all I wish is for you to be by my side.
'Can we just be friends? No kissing? No hugging? No holding hands?'
Tears streaming down my red face.
'I'm in love with you, that's a little too impossible.'
I want you to hug my sorrows away, and wipe my tears from underneath my eyes, but you honestly don't even want to be around a crying girl.
'I do love you, what the fuck are you talking about?'
He's a liar. If he really loved me, how come he's talking to other girls?
'Come on, you don't have to lie to me. You like her, and you don't love me. It's okay. It's fine.'
Even though the phone I can feel his anger fading away, and he's stopped caring.
'Whatever. I'm not lying. K? K.'
What really sucks about him, is that he made me believe that love could save me. Then, he fucking ripped my heart out of my damn chest and took my last breath from me.
yet i still love you
