damaged

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I'm damaged goods. I look for sex instead of love. When I get love, I look for sex behind it. This time, i didn't receive sex.

So I left. I didn't mean to hurt you. I can't tell the difference between a good thing and a bad thing obviously. It's my fault that I self-sabotage everything. It's my fault and not yours. These words are my apologies.  You deserve a girl that is free from trauma. Free from love cycles. Free from holding on to past lovers. Is it really possible to be in love with multiple people? My thoughts are killing me slowly.

I want everything to stop. I want us to start again. I am praying for a peace of mind. But how can I receive a peace of mind when niggas keep interrupting it?

They left, they should stay gone.
I am begging them to please leave me the fuck alone.

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