I think it’s obvious I love you a lot more than you love me. I always wanna message you even if you haven’t replied. I’m in love with you. But you hurt me. Constantly. I’m crying not poetically, I’m crying, I’m aching, I’m screaming.
Your foot is already out it has to be easier to close the door than to make you stay. I love you. Have I said it enough? I’m proud of you. I remember telling you all this beauty nonsense will get to my head, it did.
But I’m ugly at my core I’m ugly and I love you. Please stay. Please don’t go. I’ll break. Please message. Please meet me. Please kiss me. Please kill me.