I’d destroy everything I've ever created — my whole life — just for you to hold me.
I’d fuck up my friendships to be with you, for you to kiss me in the night
under strobe lights, dancing and drinking to forget all the lies.
The "yeah, I’ll message you later, babe, just let me get in the car,"
I hate that I haven't seen you in three months or more
and that you watch my story but don't talk to me;
I hate that you don't message me and I haven't heard your voice.
I’m leaking from the seams here. Please hold me.