I'm afraid of having someone love me.
I'm terrified of having a good guy.
The thought of giving someone the heart--- I'm desperately trying to put together.. is uncaring.
But I liked you.
In fact, as crazy of a bitch. I may seem.. I fell for you.
I can't say we were in love. but at night your body felt like home. I forgot how nice it felt to have someones arms around me at morning.. I know I meant more? Could I have interrupted those months incorrectly?
It's almost a year and I tear up how much it hurt when you took your things. I never get a text. a call. nothing.
Have I become that psycho? Or did I fall for your game. Do I cross you mind or am I that bitch you never missed. How can I feel so strong when I didn't mean a thing. Incredible how someone I had no intentions in liking be that one guy I say, what if..
Fuck you.
Friends, Lovers, Enemies, Welcome bitches. If you've come along on this blog I am pleased you made an effort to be the nosey son of a gun- I know we all are. I would like to warn all of you's: typos , profanity, bad grammar and names/fake names will be posted :) with that said Welcome to my inner Abby the beast that lives within.
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