You've always been so sickly trusting.
Like what is your obsession with feeling needed, wanted, connected?
It was nice at first
But even nice becomes suffocating
When nice is always.
At first I was creative
I wanted to fix you I wanted us to work.
But it's the trying.
I'm always trying and you never are and you think it's normal.
You know what I think it is? Sick.
You're sick.
Let go already and go get your own life.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Up Too Late
Poesía//Hopefully// my best poetry, random stuff from times I can't sleep and need to leave my mess of a mind
