Touch me without using your hands.
Everytime I spit blood into the sink, my chest feels so hollow and I just want to cry. I slowly destroyed my body and I’m not even skinny.
You wrecked me and
Love isn’t her calming you down when you yell. It’s her yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and to keep you grounded. It isn’t her or him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It’s after a long fight, that drains the life and bones right out of you both, and yet her showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It’s not her saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. So no, it’s not her caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. It’s her standing there, admitting she’s just as scared as you are.
If she doesn’t scare the hell out of you a little, she’s not the one.
You're a lovely person. Don't ever feel that way.