Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.
Fear is a better friend than you, who feel nothing, beneath the weight of my pain.
I want the part of you that you refuse to give.
Sometimes the little things in life mean the most.
But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever." Maybe because forever is such a scary place.
I don't love him, & he definitely doesn't love me. Still, he semi-fills a gaping black hole inside me. That place wants love, maybe even needs love, but love is something I"m pretty sure doesn't exist.