I'm a catastrophe.

I miss her. I miss laughing and kissing, My mouth exploring every inch of her. I miss the way we hold each other, Look at each other, Love each other. I miss the way my mind flies around the room when her lips embrace mine, And I miss her touch. Whether it’s rough but necessary, Or the most sensitive, yet moving, thing I am ever going to crave.

I’m worried about you… I want so much to call you… to hear your voice and know that you’re okay. I hope you know that you’re never as alone as you may feel… you’re always in my thoughts.

When did we get so good at hurting each other?

If two people can’t stay away from each other then maybe they aren’t supposed to.

i loved you through the lies through the broken promises through the fights through MY mental illness through YOUR mental illness through fucking everything i still do but you you couldnt love me enough to stay

I’m tired of being with other people and pretending it’s you.