spilled words

Her: you want me to say it? *inhales deeply*

Him: Yes! I want you to say it.

Her: Okay, fine! I, uhh, fucking love you. I do. I love you.

Him: Haha, lover.

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That utter disappointment. Courage and guts to say those words, without reciprocation.

Oh, G.

I feel for you.

I really do.

Too mudh,

Truly.

I want to be everything you’d prefer

I’d do anything to be the one you’d choose

However; not everything goes my way

I’d rather have you in my life and stay

But I feel like I’m going to lose

So maybe it’s time I bid you adieu

I hate my life. Honestly, I just wish I could sleep, forever. Even if I have to lay down by myself - I’d prefer that over constant flashbacks, memories, feelings & aches that are lined with “nothing will be the same” or “ I can’t feel/enjoy life without you”.

I would do anything, anything, to be able to be with you until the end of time with no interruptions or inconveniences so we can just be happy & be together forever, no matter what.