Hate these nights
I just hate these nights where I lay in bed, haunted by memories. It makes me think of all the negatives in my life and it is just awful. I do not understand why I have never been good enough, for anyone. I guess it is because I do not follow the crowd, I do not drink or do drugs. I respect my body. When I am in a relationship, I am nothing but fairhful. Yet people break me like I am a toothpick. This is why I am turning into a bitch. Because everyone who said they would never leave my side, left. I push people away before they leave me.
Hey babe,
Can you forget the world with me?
Hold hands in public with me?
Eat lunch with me?
Start a food fight with me?
Make out with me?
Watch the Big Bang Theory with me?
Cuddle with me?
Dance with me?
Take a shower with me?
Play footsies with me?
Take pictures with me?
…
Can you just be with me?
