I Wish You Knew How Much Of A Horrible Person You Were Towards Me; I Wish You Knew How Much Of A Horrible

I wish you knew how much of a horrible person you were towards me; I wish you knew how much of a horrible person you continue to be.

Why did I wake up thinking there’d be something there for me

there’s love in long messages. in late night phone calls. love when laughs echo around us. when we dance. there’s love woven into your “i saw this and thought of you” or “i can give you the space you need” or “i am here”. there’s love in your eyes when you understand. and in your smile when you don’t but still try to. it’s in the food we share. flowing through the tips of our fingers when we touch. and intertwining when our thoughts flow together. there’s love captured in our photographs and even better, in our memories. days pass and there is love. always love, still.

All you people know is how to hurt me in irreparable ways

i don’t wanna be alone. it only gets worse when i’m alone.