Anonymous

I'm sorry I told you that I was fine. I'm sorry you went to bed thinking that I'd be okay. I'm sorry I cried your name into my pillow for hours, when all I had to do was call and you'd happily be my rock. I'm sorry you love me and I'm sorry I don't trust you.

 



it hurts.

you have your beating heart in your hands.
your breath smells of alcohol.
you laugh.

god, it hurts.

DYLAN kramer LEWIS.
PANSY-ASS MOTHERFUCKER.

you can cope with that shit.

independent fandomless original character.
written by spence.
est. 30.04.16.