love always, cal ➳ cake

p.s: you love to hurt me

dear luke,

you love to break my heart, don't you? oh, if only you knew.

you called me and you were drunk, on some sort of love rampage. you told me that you hadn't been laid in days, but why tell me? why should i care?

and then you proceed to tell me that you miss me and that you wish i were there by your side.

why do you lie, luke?

i closed my eyes for a few moments, just soaking in your venomous words. i wanted to believe you. i begged for it all to be true.

and even still, i feel terrible, because when you wake you will not remember your words.

but i will.

and it hurts luke - to hear the words i have longed to hear for so long and for them to mean absolutely nothing.

i wonder how fast i can down a bottle of vodka, luke.

i wonder.

love always, cal.

p.s: you love to hurt me