Fuck you right there. If you weren’t living in the same house. I’d punch you right in the face. I would stab you in the heart. I would. Fuck you shithole. If I were to go to hell. I’ll drag you with me. Fuck you. Damn right. Fuck you.
Because it just fills my day.
Because I wouldn’t dare to say it out.
Because I’m just afraid everything else will go away.
Because it’s what I think of every morning when I open my eyes.
Because it’s just so important to me.
Because i miss it. Badly.
I lost it.
With every end of the day, I’d wish I could say “I love you”.
I had to look thru the photos we once had.
Had to read the mails that you sent.
I’m too afraid to know what’s going to happen next.
That I’ll be too concerned, that I’ll be too ignorant.
I need to get away.