There are days where I would give anything to be able to give you the kind of love you deserve again. And there are days where I'm just torn sheets in the empty space next to your bed. I just don't understand how your name seems to laced with poison burning down my throat, but it's there, and you're there and I'm here. Yet despite everything we've been, I don't want you to move on when every bit of me cries out for you. And I don't want you to forget about me because forgetting means having to say goodbye.
5/30/15 - dm,
‘If you're not the one for me Why do I hate the idea of being free? And if I'm not the one for you Why have we been through what we have been through?’











