My love, You broke me... And now all I have left is my love letters to you. Yet, nowhere to send 'em to. [….click to read the full post]
What is the point of picking someone's broken pieces, kissing their tears dry, making their heart whole...only to break it again. HARDER. CRUELER.
I yearn for you. Always.
One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. And disappear
This is the burning pits of hell. There is no escape. There is none. Close your eyes and melt.