I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that you have to deal with the mess that is me. I swear to god I'm trying my best. my brain is raging that its not good enough and my heart is screaming that now is not the time nor place for all this ruckus going on inside of it; but the thing is -- it will never be the time nor place. I will never be the girl. I wanted your love. I thought I could manage this time around -- finally ascertain control over my daydreams

my daydreams get the best of me every time

I know I love you more. do you think I say this to be endearing?

I say it with terror in mind

I say it knowing I will get hurt again

I guess I believe the willingness to be hurt for love is courage

jul 10 2018 ∞
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