moody

You know me, and I actually love you to pieces. So much that it hurts. Have you ever loved someone like that? (Well yeah, probably) I would literally take a bullet for you. Maybe not like to the head but somewhere like potentially lethal? Anyway. Don't sit there wondering who I could possibly be because you'll never guess. No clues. No signs. Just pure love. We all have moments we feel jealous and act toxic, we all have the ability to hurt others. But I just want you to know that you are loved so deeply and wholesomely by somebody out there that no matter what happens, no matter what, I'll still love you. Love like the verb. Love like the all consuming fixation and obsession that its toxic af with a whole bunch of trauma in the mix but ultimately when we put all our cards on the table, and look into each other's eyes, I love your fucking soul. Your smile is my drug of choice, poison But how could I ever admit it to your face?