20 June
Oh fuck, I'm fucked.
What the fuck are we doing? These feelings between us cloud my judgement and erase every ounce of sense I possess. You're fucking me up, love. I don't know if you know it.
22 June, 12:14 p.m.
I know that in the end, you will always choose her, and that hurts more than anything.
I have never wanted to kiss someone and slap someone so much, at the same time.
You make me ache, you make me yearn for something I will never be lucky enough to have, that you will never have the heart to give to me.
Oh god, how this hurts. Every part of me feels heavy, like if I can't have you I don't want anything else, I don't even want to want for anything else in the world, because right now, you're the only thing worth having.
I wish, with every bone in my body, every waking cell in my veins, that I could be yours and you could be mine.
You make me sad as fuck and you don't even realize it.
Maybe beautiful words aren't meant for someone like you.
YOU ARE READING
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...
