Right now I want to be engorged in cuddles and told that you love my cuddles like this weekend.
Instead I’m being shunned and discussed by your “mates.”
You’re hypocritical because you say you never could want me like that but in the next breath I’m under your wings and encapsulated. You’re an awful human being but your demons play so beautifully with mine.
I cannot bear to be thrown around any much longer, I feel like a boat on torturous seas and yet you seem less than affected. You’re my best friend and my worst nightmare, you’ve even distanced yourself from me - which is not what I remember. I feel like it’s the beginning of the end, your loyalty and care is depleting and suddenly, it’ll be me as a blur in the back ground.
“In four years boo, we’ll be nothing but distant memories and that’s just how it will be”
I don’t want that right now.
Literally in a room full of people but I can’t even talk