πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πš‹πšžπš πš’πš˜πšžπš›πšœ. i'm an addict for dramatics, i confuse the two for love.
this is why no one on a dating app stands a chance
most people on these apps can't fathom what you like
And I am a writer, writer of fictions. I am the heart that you call home, and I've written pages upon pages Trying to rid you from my bones.

"kiss me like you mean it, let's just pretend. for tonight". and he did. a sliver of boldness only lead to my downfall.
you can be quite the charming creature when you want to be.
you've gotten more out of me than most, that's far from what you want to hear but it's the truth. liberated in what sense? i don't see shackles on your feet.
that doesn’t give you the right to come and go as you please. i chose to fuck up my life just to get the tiniest sliver of you and you have spent the last decade relishing any opportunity to remind me of how liberated you are.
I want so badly to believe that there is truth, that love is real.
god forbid you’re challenged out of your rigid comfort zone

i am looking for affection in all the wrong places.
i think i am tired of people liking me but with reservation.
i want someone to not be confused about how they feel about me.
i want someone to not be so afraid to be so deeply, so irrevocably, so damagingly, so hauntingly in love with me
And some had crumbled you straight to your knees Did it cruel, did it tenderly Some had crawled their way into your heart To rend your ventricles apart.

i am a nightmare and you are a miracle.
when are you going to stop acting like you’re incapable of any attempt to be a better version of yourself