I tie scarves around my wrists to stop myself from cutting your name into them.
I cry every night because you’re never here to hold me anymore.
You say you miss me, but god you do nothing to see me.
If this is love, I don’t wanna be loved.
Do you know how i feel? No, you don’t, no, not at all. Don’t act like you’re here, cuz you’re not. Nope, not at all.
When I said we should break up, you cried, you said you love me and don’t wanna let me go.
Well guess what?
Even if we stopped dating, it’s not like you’d be missing anything you’re getting now. You’d go from being in a relationship so ignored it’s practically nonexistant to being able to date my best friend not in secret. It’s not much of a secret.
Fucking kill me. I’m done with you, Z. Goodbye.