Not yours, I am not yours.
Not one part of me.
Stop loving me.
It makes things everything difficult.
i know it’s real when the number 1 reason why i like you isn’t that you like me back, it’s a million other things.
things i need you to totally accept because they are not changing
I held my cigarette up to you today and instead of taking it from me, you smoked while it still sat between my fingers. I couldn’t breathe and my chest swelled up as you took your drag with your lips so close to my skin, not quite touching. All I know now is that it’s not the nicotine I’m addicted to anymore.
i took a 20 minute nap and i dreamed about you again, you and your blue walls and hushed whispers.