Brøken hearts, six feet under.

Dear, W.

I don't know what it is about you.

the way you like me, and all that maked my heart flutter.

Youre just so god damn
p e r f e c t.

you hate that I'm insecure. though, I cant help it. If you knew what I've been through then you wouldn't blame me.

there was a week where I starved myself. Only giving myself lunch, then walking the calories off. Wanting to throw up all of my food.

you dont know that though. I don't eant you finding out either.