Loving me
I think about it a lot. The things that made you fall in love will make you fall out of love.
How my intensive clinginess is kind of cute; at first, but in the end, it drives them round the bend.
How my need to constantly hear: “I love you.” Every hour of the day becomes a debt to much to pay.
The opening up, when I start telling you everything all at once, doesn’t stop till I drop.
The reasons, you think, you might love me for; are the reasons you’ll leave me for.
-C.A.K 07/11/15
















