Lostandwandering

Dear You
2015-06-01 11:10:32 (UTC)

Beauty Means Nothing When You're A Dick

Dear You,

You're so perfect but you don't mean anything. I'd rather pop a bottle of sleeping pills than watch you fall in love with someone else again. It terrifies me to think about the hold you have over me. It's exhausting living through it. I don't think I understand truly how torturous it is to be in love with you. Scratch that. I do know and I'm obviously too fucking stupid because although I know this, I don't see myself even trying to get over you. Damn is it even that easy? Just to decide to get over someone and then with the snap of your fingers, that's it, you're done, you're over them? No. It's not that easy. And that's the part that's screwing me over. I have no reason to love you. I don't want to have feelings for you anymore. I don't want these butterflies, wounds, tears. You're not perfect. You're a fucking dick. I'm so fucking cliche, it's insane.




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