So you smoke a 🚬 in the freezing rain and sink further into the void barely staying above the cauldron of your boiling hot emotions. 

 I just want a response back, goddamn. Don’t make me wait so long like this, it’s pointless torture. No one is that busy for someone they care about. 

Maybe you’re splitting like me. Maybe you’re just busy. Maybe you’re dead and that’s why you’re not answering. Maybe I have issues. Yeah, that’s it. 

I’m tired of having feelings, the highs we have aren’t worth the  lows I go to. And the best part? It’s all my fault. 

I want you, but I’m afraid of myself because I always get in the fucking way. I wish you could see how much I care. And that’s why I’m so terrified of happiness. 

So much to lose, is that why it happens every time? 

I miss you even when we’re together. I am insatiable for you, my hunger for you scares me. I want it all, and even that won’t be enough. 

You holding me, just through this moment, is all I ask for right now. I’m so cold, could you light a candle for me? 

Where are you? Don’t answer that.