Honesty

I read back my own words and it has my mind fucked up.. I wrote these things about you-and yet here you are, still a present in my life. 

What are we doing?? What the fuck is this?? 

Sometimes it feels so good… so good. But there’s something huge that’s missing. 

Feels like this isn’t going anywhere-and wherever it could be going is gonna lead to destruction. You’ve broke my heart before-guess heres your official introduction; Playboy.

Sometimes you just make me feel more lonely-I know most all men would give me more than your lack of efforts. But you’ve got this grip on me.. consuming my entirety. 

I know it won’t end well… just hope this time it’s not my heart that breaks. I find peace and  comfort in knowing it won’t be from my mistakes.