I seem to have caught a virus
It is growing with no control
I try to sleep it away
But I am sick to my stomach
Shaking like I am cold
Talking cures it slightly
But it comes back with vengeance
The only cure
Is to have one last go
And if it fails
Let go of all hold
I get you, you get me. I can tell you everything and you can tell me everything. I don’t think I could be like that with anyonelse nor do I want to be. You love me for those conversations we have, so let’s keep having them, just give it another try, and not forget to talk this time.
I would have so much more respect for you if you hadn’t just played me for the last two weeks. I tell you I love you and you say it back just to get sexual stuff from me. Not only were you thinking with your dick you were being one. I wish you at least cared about me and our friendship more then that.
It hurts that I cant text you right now and tell you how much I care about you and how much I always will.
It hit me like a ton of bricks, he was my fist “Love” what do i do now?