Experience Tumblr Like Never Before
I still love you. Just not enough to cry about it anymore. Just not enough to ruin my life. You are like… something that I like to look at. And listen to, talk with, joke with, be around. But something I will never have. That’s okay. I am just fine watching you from afar.
At this point being in love with you has become a part of my personality. So what’ll happen if I stop?
it’s hard to hate someone when you can remember what it was like to love them. I wish I could erase all memories of you from my mind.
I want you to dig your hands into my flesh and pull all my bones out one by one and get rid of this humming ache under my skin