wasted space.

Team cute but emotionally unstable with feelings for someone who won’t be with her wassup

how do you get over someone you never dated?

This is not a love poem. This is a tooth and nail poem. This is my hand on his throat. This is his voice at 2 a.m with his hands on my hips. This is what we say Gods name for. This is not a love poem. This is a forest fire. It’s not knowing where my hands belong unless they’re on him. Where I️ can’t breathe if he’s not in the room. Where I️ can’t breathe if he is. This is not a love poem. This is the war cry of the body. Take me. Unmake me. Remake me. Whatever you do, make me yours.

i joke about killing myself far too much for someone whos actually tried to kill themself