Another fucking text about you
Here I am, once again, am I ever gonna fucking get out of this cicle?
Somedays I wake up hating you so muchhh, why? Cause’ you got me right where you want and that freaks me out, you know how I feel about you, you know right where are you standing
I spent so much time thinking that our love was impossible, but is it? Why does everything has to be so hard with you? Isnt this kind of things supposed to be flowy and beautiful? All you ever do is make me cry...
All this time you’ve only has making me feel like an option, not even an option, a safe space, we’re I’m always in, we’re i’m always looking fot you to look at me at least one second. Sometimes I actually hate you so much. For not being able of being clear, for not being able of letting me go, or maybe that’s just me, and I hate myself for always being there, and you to not recognize how rare I am.
You know but I´ve spent so much time blaming myself, thinking that all of this is only on my mind, oh god you have no idea of how bad I have been for your love. But this is not only on my mind, I know is not, but you don’t have the guts. You have always make me feel like I’m missing something to be with you, that there always something upon us, but to tell the truth if you wanted to, you could have me, and I think that you know that you have that power and I hate the fact that I have feed that thought.Â
But you know, I thought you were the love of my life, now I think you’re here to teach me about lost, you’re the heartbreak of my life, you aint even that great, I gave you that place, and I know I’mnot perfect but I’m rare, and I know that somebody else out there will make me feel rare, will tell me I’m rare.
