It’s almost like you live to make me hurt & “sorry” is your favorite word.
You’re not worthy of my trust, how can we make this work?
Every time I think of writing our ending, you start treating me like you did that first summer, back when I was pure- you were my first lover.
But now I’m stuck wishing you’d come around more-
But when you do come through, the love poems we write are raw in these sheets so fuck you & the condoms I found in your sock drawer.
Love turns to hate more often than it ends in forever,
which is unfortunate, because I envisioned us married by 30, but that’s just some years away & I know you’re not ready.
I only want what’s best for you, I wish you’d listen to me; but instead you’re high, in between another girl’s thighs with your eyes closed, regretting that she doesn’t feel like me.
Fuck all the bullshit, I’m still in love, I know we’ve made a mess of things but if you’re down, we could clean it up..
— Only because I’m addicted to you. (via caramelcoatedxxxtacy)
I can’t keep doing this with you.
These thoughts, my body.. & oh God, my breaking bones, they’re all screaming for me to let you go-
But my heart… My heart is begging for me to hold on just a little longer, because maybe we’ll get it together. But my head knows better.
I know better.
This isn’t healthy, the way we love each other is sick.
You’re making me sick.
Some days I want to kill you, other days I want to fuck you to death.
If I didn’t need you like this, I’d set your house on fire the same way you did my soul.
I tell you how I hate you & you laugh because you know I don’t. I know I don’t.
But I think I’m starting to because love shouldn’t feel like the world is ending.
I took the stars from the sky & you used them to make another girl smile but here you are months down the line & you’re sorry.
And I’m trying my hardest to forgive you but it’s not that easy.
So we fight more than we make love but when we do, it’s enough to convince us that this is what we want.
You leave bruises every where because you don’t care if you’re gentle with me & I don’t mind but I wish you’d remember how fragile you made me.
When I tell you how I feel, you swear you need nicotine & that’s fine because as much as I hate choking on your cigarette smoke it’s better than choking on my pride.
I think it’s crazy how someone who’s dead inside can make me feel so alive but then there’s times you want me to feel like you do so you use your words like poison & kill every living thing in me.
— I know this isn’t love, it can’t be. (via caramelcoatedxxxtacy)
You told me that I was good with words, I told you that everyone was good at something.. You disagreed,
— But you’re a pro at leaving. (via caramelcoatedxxxtacy)