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Oh you like to be bullied and bully your partner?
Sit down and tell me how your family hurts your feelings 24/7 then tell you that they do it because they love you. Tell me how you still like them though and care about it, and how you wish your bestie was your partner
Sit down and tell me how your family hurts your feelings 24/7 then tell you that they do it because they love you. Tell me how you still like them though and care about it, and how you wish your bestie was your partner
Come on tell me that you like being roasted because it makes you feel something other than the emptiness of loneliness and the hollowness of your raging anxiety
You’ve taken a seat? Good, now, do you wish you had a pet to cuddle because sometimes no one understands you and you just feel so cold inside out? You have so much to say but no one had time to listen to you, right? You want to murmur all your thoughts and worries to it, huh?
Hey it’s okay.. not. You want a man to worship you but keep you feel like you have to always poke at him to make sure he won’t leave. That he will stay for your anger and anxiety and lonely days and sad times, and you for his, you want someone who understands your coping mech?
Someone who will push you to do your best and worst? To blame even tho it’s ur fault, but sigh, your parents refused to take the blame, right? Cuz people you love should accept being the victim sometimes, and my, you still love him, right? You didn’t mean to be so mean, no?
It eats you alive after a time. How mean you were, and you apologize quickly, maybe not that quick- oh no, you won’t apologize. Fuck him. you wait for him to come, he want him to recognize it’s his fault because
I’m never wrong.
I’m never wrong.
You’re never wrong. You’ve already calculated it all. You overthought it all. Day and night. Yes, what you said made sense. But you didn’t consider his pov, you are so angry and annoyed, you forgot his own side of the story. But when he apologizes to you, all is good.
Im Sorry
Im Sorry
I’m sorry you didn’t read the signs, you’d glare at him. I thought you knew me the way I knew you. I thought you liked this, us, but you hurt me
You hurt me too, he says
You frown. You were never this bold. You couldn’t tell that to you parents. Why does he get to say it?
You hurt me too, he says
You frown. You were never this bold. You couldn’t tell that to you parents. Why does he get to say it?
Why does he get to be so honest, when u feel like vomiting your kidneys out is the only way ur true feelings will escape ur body?
This kindness in his eyes, this confidence he has but you fake—
You want that.
Tho, he’s faking it too. He won’t tell you. He’s strong for you.
This kindness in his eyes, this confidence he has but you fake—
You want that.
Tho, he’s faking it too. He won’t tell you. He’s strong for you.
