I really do.
But I look for the person I convince myself you really are, deep down. He is who I want you to be. But you’re not. I’m silly to believe you’ll ever change for me. I keep hurting myself over and over believing you will.
But why is it that I am fabricating YOU of all people?
We have a past we don’t want to let go of. Spun with lies, deceit, and bitterness.. yet, a passion for each other that isn’t easy to ignore.
I truly feel like I hate you sometimes. I wish you’d lose every thing in your life, reach an all time low, so you’d feel how lonely I feel sometimes.
But sometimes every thing is okay. And I enjoy resting my head on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. Reminds me of old times. We have fun together when we’re not bickering. Then I start all these scenarios in my head that we’ll run away together and declare that it’s ‘us against the world’.
Enough is enough.
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