I’d love to, but only with you.

tell me, did it hurt when you realized, the first and only time i ever told you that i love you, was when i was breaking up with you? tell me, why weren’t you brave enough to fight for me and for us to my face, instead of talking to others using sentences that start with “i wanted to…”? tell me, do you honestly think that i would want you back, could take you back, after you deliberately got with her to hurt me? tell me, if you had all these feelings for me, why didn’t i sense any of them until after i broke up with you?

Monday 8:27am I woke up with you on my mind. You called me babe last night — my heart is still pounding. Tuesday 10:53pm Today I realized we won’t work. What we are is hurting her. And I think she matters more to me than you do. Wednesday 11:52pm I broke things off with you today. She barely said a word. I’ve never regretted anything more than this. Thursday 4:03pm I shouldn’t have sent that message. You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it. Friday 9:57pm I almost messaged you today. I didn’t. Saturday 8:49pm I’m walking around town in search of alcohol. They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart. I want to put that to the test. Sunday 2:32am I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before. I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me. I can’t help but wish you weren’t. I thought I was irreplaceable.

I want to see you. Then hug you. Kiss you. Make you smile. Make you laugh. I just simply want to be there. Or you here with me. Then lie by your side. And make you feel that you are loved.

i crave for you; i crave for things i haven’t tasted yet,