Last night I had a dream that maybe this is more than it is. We spoke about things that weren’t sending us to hell and I didn’t come round only when your parents weren’t home.
I think I’m falling in love and that is so fucking typical because I’m always falling off cliffs I should never be standing near in the first place and the first thing you said to me the first time you took everything was “don’t catch feelings”. But look, I’m catching feelings like you’d catch a cold and there’s no way back now. I’m already six feet under.
The only time you want me is when I’m giving myself up for you. So I loose myself every god damn day because it means I can have you for a little while at least. You have me. Don’t you see that? You can take anything you want. It’s yours it’s yours it’s yours.