12 June
You confessed to me. And I pretty much lost my mind.
13 June, 8:08 p.m.
I mean, I'm so fucking into you, but you kinda make me wanna kill myself to.
14 June, 8:43 p.m.
You could say anything with the greatest sincerity, but my insecurities will always, always, force me into disbelief. Maybe I'm being unfair to you, but some part of me will always scream that if I do believe you, I'd be being unfair to myself. These doubts are my shield against the world which has hurt me too many times to count, but my love, there are chips in my armor, and I'm beginning to realize that nothing can save me now.
You've gotten under my skin, and try as I might, I can't seem to get you out. For the life of me, I can't seem to stay away because almost everything you say to me makes me fall harder.
15 June, 01:47 p.m.
I wish you were mine to hold for the rest of eternity.
I feel like I'm going to lose you. I see no version of this where I get to hold on to this happiness.
Pushing you away hasn't helped, so now I'm pulling you closer.
I want to haunt your every thought and every dream. I want your mind to be consumed by me. (The same way you do to me.)
16 June
What do you think is going to happen to me when you leave? How is it even fair, this that you are doing? Every time I keep you at arm's length, it is of no use at all because you seem to disregard any form of space between us at all. Why do you do this? Why do you keep trying to win my heart, making me fall harder and harder, if deep down you know that at some point you're gonna get tired and leave?
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Heartbreak Hotel
RomanceAn ode to my love for you, as a form of validation of everything between us, no matter how brief a time our paths have crossed. ~Till we meet again, my love. {Nothing here is pretty, nothing here is structured. Some are pieces of poetry, others del...