as i sit in this cold, dark room your jacket is still wrapped around my body.
even though i'm taking time to heal, i can't help but miss you.
it's normal, this first stage of recovery.
i felt so desperate clinging onto you.
why?
because of that string that you latched onto me.
you kept pulling away and it kept hurting me.
now that i cut it off, i feel numb.
i love you.
i care for you.
whoever hurt you, wasn't gonna be me.
you're all i wanted and more.
i gave you every part of me.
this tears me up inside.
if i'm not the one you need, then just tell me.
give me reasons as to why though.
i at least deserve that.
YOU ARE READING
i wrote a song for you
Randomi actually have no reason to write this. this is just how i feel from my perspective. if it seems jumbled up, it's because i am mostly just pouring my heart out to this. i think too much and it causes me to just say things.
