Oh my god I don’t care about him at all, not even a little bit.
His eyes are the wrong colour and he doesn’t taste like you, his hands on my hips make me nauseous, his breath on my neck just stings, his mouth doesn’t fit on mine properly and when he looks into my eyes I don’t want to look back into his
Oh my god I don’t care about him at all
But he’s here, and you’re not
He’s always here, and you never are
— come back ~ blue-delusion