poppy. i messed up, okay? whatever we are, whatever this is, i asked too much of you. friends shouldn’t ask that much of each other. i don’t wanna be your fucking friend, poppy. i want you. but you, you don’t know what you want. you never have. i want you too. you don’t mean that. don’t tell me what i mean. why do you think i’m here? because i love you. since when? probably always.

























