We do not so much fall in love as we do into desperation. While I am collapsing in on myself on the bathroom floor trying to keep my own hands from tearing me apart you are tapping on the other side of the door, whispering âItâs okay, please come out now.â I am thinking about the way you licked the lust off of my tongue and it makes me sick. I am thinking about the way your fingers tightened around my throat when I told you âIâve never done anything like this beforeâ and I would give anything to have the ability to rewind time, go back to the moment before I read your message, before I hit REPLY, before you drowned me in the delicious prose of your own sorrow, before you unraveled my apathy with your bare hands and forced me to swallow it whole. I am staring at my face in this dirty mirror and I am drawing exes over my eyes in the dust and the toothpaste splatter. I am waiting for you to give up on me. I am waiting for you to leave me. I am waiting for myself to gather the courage to wash the tear-streaked makeup off of my face and open the door, walk away, donât say anything, escape.
I Swear Iâve Spent Half My Life Hiding In Bathrooms Arguing With Myself || Heather Elise (via maelstromhead)












