Is it that demon? The one that comes when you say its name? The one who is a feeling, the feeling you get when numbers rise? Do you know what its name is and any way to show us its name without summoning it?
Frisk seems to dislike this entire situation…and Sans is uncomfortable.
My god, did I love you
I loved until there was nothing left of me
I loved you until I tore myself apart even after you left
But now I’m ready to love myself
so don’t you dare try to come back
now that I’m whole again
A lot has changed since we last spoke. I started driving, I started going barefoot more often, I started being softer to people and sweeter with myself but tonight I began to text you, I wrote to ask you if always really meant always like you said it did and I slammed the send button before I chickened out again, but just as I sent it (I had already committed a cardinal sin of texting while driving, in the rain to add also) I pulled directly in front of a car much bigger than mine and then it hit me right before that truck did and much much harder, loving you will be the death of me.
And as the painkiller started to kick in,
I could feel the pain go numb.
I felt it getting better.
Only the physical pain though.
Why don’t they have painkillers for heartaches? To feel the hurt go away? Will there never be an escape from the mental or the emotional hurting?
I guess I’m all alone to survive this battle.
It seems like every time I show an interest in someone, they don’t reciprocate it. But when I stop showing it, their feelings becomes louder? Like what is up with that? Am I not suppose to show someone I like them even when I do? Am I suppose to ignore someone who makes me happy in hopes of making them want more of me ultimately?
Why is playing hard to get with someone you want a thing now?
I wish I hadn’t of met you in September,
I wish I hadn’t of fallen for you in October,
I wish I hadn’t of kissed you back in November,
I wish I didn’t think you would stay in December,
I wish I wasn’t missing you in January.