I really wanted it to be you in the end.
It hurts me to know you’re not doing well. I am not doing well at all.
My ribs stick out through my black turtleneck. It’s getting harder to hide.
I told you I needed you so you said “fine I’ll stay but this isn’t what I want.”
How hard does someone have to hit you for it to be considered abuse? So many things wrong with my mind lately.
He pushed me down Crushing my heart My body soon followed
I really wonder how you’re doing. Do you still drink coffee at that place on montrose we used to spend our weekends at? Do you still eat 2 taro brioche buns with a mile long grin to follow? Do you still take the same subway route? What time do you catch the L train inContinue reading “Brooklyn”