Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.
The thought of youbeing with someone else isliterally killing me.And you couldn’t care less. BecauseI am just one of the writhing bodiesthat ruined your bed sheets.
I used to arch my back for boys who couldn’t even remember the color of my bedsheets.But you, however, made me turnover the arch on my mouth.
Do not settle for people who do not appreciate you, who do not know how lucky they are. Remember it is a privilege to be loved by you or even just to be touched by you. And the warmth of another body does not define your worth.
I said I love youwhen what I meant to say was”I’m afraid of being alone.”I said I need youwhen what I meant to say was”I need to learn how to love myself.
You wanted to see the world. And yet, all I want is to see you.
God is such a cruel godfor making you so wonderful,and for making me so weak.
I envythe cup of coffeethat getsto kissyour sleepy lipsawakeevery cold andbitter morning.
To me you were home, to you I was just a vacation.
And the next time I reach for my pen,it won’t be to write about you again.The sun will feel warm on my skin once more,and I will get drunk on the colors of the skyinstead of tasting hangovers dripping from strangers’ lips.
I am the girlyou fool around with,before you meetthe love of your life.
Kill the part of you that believes it can’t survive without someone else.
I hate early mornings.But I love waking up with you.
You are neither coffee nor tea,you are just the right amount ofwhatever it is I’m trying to find.