“I want you to drunk text me. I want you to think about me. Please fucking think about me sometimes because the only thing I do is think about you”— (via nakedly)
(via difficult)
i did my best to not love you.
my heart locked up
and my eyes blurred you out,
yet somehow
you forged a key to my heart
and cleared up your blurred image.
i did my best to not love you.
my eyes looked into yours every day
as i reminded myself that you told me
we were just lovers.
i did my best not to love you.
three in the morning at your place
with your hand up my flimsy skirt,
i heard you utter those beautiful words to me,
and i forced myself to remember
you only said them in order to keep me around.
i did my best not to love you.
you were impossible not to fall for though,
because each time i saw you,
your smile was always bigger for me
than for anyone else,
and you always caught me off guard
by giving me even more reasons to love you.
i did my best not to love you,
yet you wanted me to fall in love with you,
despite the fact that you never wanted me.
a.m.m, 5:47am
