it is
6:46 a.m and I haven't slept all week. way to much thought.
I wonder if you sit at night, not being able to sleep and think of me, because truly
you never leave my brain.
I'm not sure if that's a plague or a
blessing.
you made, well make me so happy, yet
thinking of you being with someone else, and not with me
tears me apart.
you were literally my life support, you left.
and now I can't breathe.
come home, and by home I mean my arms, by home I mean
in my arms where I can feel safe.
but that's selfish because you're no longer mine, and you deserve the best
i just truly wish that the best was me.
