hit post limit on my other blog. lol
I’d want you to stay.
I’m living in this alternate reality
maybe i don’t feel the way i think i do about myself
maybe somewhere in another world
maybe somewhere else
you love me
if i ever started to walk away
you’d ask me to stay
Run your finger across my spine.
I’m a locked diary.
I will not give you all of me
until you show me all of you
i want to study
of your heart
of your mind
I want us to fall in love with each other internally
until you’re craving more of me
and when the ring on my fourth finger is replaced
with the band that you saved for me
Dad, don’t follow me on tumblr. k. thanks. love ya.
I feel like my hearts lifted from me.
I don’t have control of it anymore.
I can’t choose who gets a piece of it.
I can’t choose who I care about. I just care.
I don’t think that’s fair to me.
Why can’t I choose who I care for?
Why is it me that has to care about everyone
to the point that my problems and thoughts
don’t matter anymore.
Not even to me.
I just want my heart back and whole again.