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8/24/14

i never told you that i'd go crazy if i couldn't touch you again, but that doesn't change the reality of the statement. i should probably be elated that we're back together but i'm also frightened by how fucked up you are. and frightened by the fact that that's the type of shit i like. (where i used to feel security i feel an underlying fear that he might leave again... but maybe he won't.) insanity is a painfully confusing and beautiful sensation, falling in love is like suicide. sometimes you fail, and wish you'd made it to the other side. here am i not sure which side i'm on, as long as i'm there with you, if you're not too good to be true.

(finna rejuvenate this inspiration and write some more poems yaas. try to figure out what a happy poem is.)