I won’t be happy without you.
And you alone are to blame, building bridges instead of walls. I travelled miles across them. Weak and tired: burdened by this ambiguity I was meant to carry, crutches rife with woodworm you provided—rotten. Battered and bruised, you left me behind to limp blindly across these bridges. You turn around to watch. You want to know which would crumble first: me, or your bridges.
I stop. And I jump instead.
You always said I was unpredictable. Did you see that coming?
i remember one time this dude sent me a shirtless pic with the caption “lol maybe u can save this for a rainy day ;)”
and i was like “for what? to keep me dry? because that’s what it’s doing right now”
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