Sep 2, 2017
Something old
It’s a weakness.
And I hate being weak.
Because no matter how many people love me,
You don’t.
That fact alone makes my walls crumbly.
And I don’t understand why I can’t look at anyone else the way I look at you, or how you have the ability to make me feel hollow, and why you always do.
More then anything though, I don’t understand why it is you that I’m tangled in.
You’re not nice.
And you’re not sweet, and you’re selfish and pick and eat too much and talk not enough. But i’m so scared I’ll never love anyone else like I love you.
