From: ABC
To: bartosz
Date: January 3, 2021, 2:27 am
hitting december.
spitting these words down as if they mean something to me.you'd think everytime i sit, hearing you spill all these compassionate truths of embarrassment i'd take a hint.
all my fault.the stockholm syndrome. im not asking you to stay.
crawling itching scratching
you make it so painful.
mum still asks about you.
maybe its forceful winters gentle reminder, the tickling of the rain,ever so similar to your touch, ever so similar to us.
A gentle reminder that time is still passing
wasting these moments thinking of you the idea the memory the manipulative worrying ways you kept me on my feet. i hate you here i love you alone.
i'd never want you back
no birthday wishes would be enough to wish you dead.
just so i'd be granted to mourn you
think about you
talk about you
helps me to sleep at night
greedy for your presence in my life, the sense of purpose that i never quite found in myself or anyone else.
3 is your lucky number
Oh i cant wait to tell everyone how lucky i was that you were it
the first love
you made it so painful for me
you made it so worth it.