I hate how comfortable and use to falling asleep next to you has become for me. I find myself wishing for more time when you’re here, and being sleepless the nights you aren’t. I’m going insane, I can’t let myself get like this.. Not again. I won’t lose myself this time.
I wake up wrapped in your arms and tangled in the sheets;
Our minds as scattered as our clothes on the floor
I’m so terrified, everything’s going to blow up in my face soon. I can feel it.
I can already see you leaving me
I love waking up wrapped in the blankets and tangled in your arms. How your eyes squint from the peaks of light coming into my room. I love the way you smirk at me and kiss me good morning, and just talk with me for a bit before we get out of bed. I love the days you’re here.
I don’t understand why I get like this all the time, I hate crying and I hate when my friends ask me what’s wrong because there’s nothing really wrong. I’m just fucking sad all the time and I can’t help it, I feel so worthless all the time.. I fucking hate it, I hate this so fucking much
I don’t mind that I spent so much time waiting anymore, I didn’t have to settle for any less than I wanted. I think I’m finally happy.
I’m scared to trust you, I’m scared to get to know you. I’m scared of my past, and yours. I’m afraid I’m not enough, I’m afraid you won’t realise that until I’ve fallen too deep. I don’t like this. I don’t like liking you. It’s making me sick with worry and anxiety.
I really like that you don’t hold my past against me
I get such good vibes from you.
Give me hope, let me know that love can still exist for me. Please, anyone..