Caitoloqy

happy birthday. even though I know you don’t like being told that. you dread your birthday and the gifts and the awkward conversations and telling people thank you, and typically for something you never wanted or needed in the first place. 22. I remember your 21st birthday. That very next day was when our real, playful, fate began. Our connection was strongly made. It’s been a whole year and somehow so very much has changed. But today, I will still let you know To have a violent, grotesque, horror filled day of a birthday. Of course, with the sorrow and suffering upon your greatest enemies. So that it may bring you your deserved joy.

the months passed. they crept along but were over with so quickly. I was ready to come back. I couldn’t wait. I was hoping you’d see me and that something might’ve changed. I’m not entirely sure why I was hoping so badly. and then I saw you. Damn. How good it felt to see you. Still charming. Still a badass. Still making me smile with few words. that adrenaline came rushing back. the static electricity that made me crave you every minute of the day was back in my chest. It was nerve racking. and everything seemed like it used to be for a second. but you didn’t want me. I waited for a text. a call. any type of invite into your lair once more, before I had to go. it never came. and when I dared to try and ask a slick question myself, you shot me down. over a week later and i still can’t get you out of my head. I constantly climb into other stranger’s beds. but not a single one of them have ever made me feel the way I did with you. physically and emotionally, too. you’re animalistic. dark. a little crazy. a secret sweetheart. you contain deadly thoughts. like me. I had seen it in you and craved it because you understood it all. nobody will ever see me like you did. please me like you did. you had given me all I wanted and more. I search every day to have it again. swipe right. left. right. left. none do the trick. I wish I could have you back.

Thank you, US Navy. In you, I’ve found my home.

A life you won’t be in

Adele

soon I’ll permanently be gone.

Adele

Adele

eminem

with me.

i quit.

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