You don't care. maybe it's to late to make decisions like she told me, but I really don't think you care. You make me want to break up with you. That's always what I think about by the end of the night. Leaving you, and how nice it really would be.
Maybe it's not just the whole Ronnie thing anymore, maybe it's me really not being enough into you. I think you're kinda nice one moment, but the next think you're so stupid and immature. You're a bad boyfriend. If you really do feel all the things you do you should start showing them, because I'm getting tired of dealing with this and not getting anything back.
You don't even want to touch me. Like I'm a disease or something. I'm not sick....
I just realized that you're making me heartless.
This is not how its suppose to be.
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He’s lying in the farthest corner of my mind, picking the petals from a rose and letting them fall to the floor. Looking up when I enter the room, he acts as if it’s his home and not mine. I should consider the idea that maybe it has become his, but am too tired from the emotional struggles of the day to even remember his name.
I Stumble backwards onto the floor and wrap my arms around myself. He looks at me, wondering to himself and I why I still put up with the world. Let me out, he calls from the corner, quiet as a snake moving through sand. I consider sighing at the thought that he’s the only one in the universe to know how badly I truly want to, how badly I truly want to give into the monster, but instead shake my head. Maybe tomorrow, I whisper to him through my eyes. Maybe tomorrow…
Come on Nightmare, it's time for bed.
Forever Here
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