truth is

I would rather stay up all night and burn my lungs with cigarettes than dream about you again. I still think you need to get over yourself, and then maybe I can get over you.

You, me and the elephant in the room makes three. You love the way I smell and I love to wear your clothes when we’re sitting together on the couch, unaware of the time passing by.

You’ve got me spinning around in circles and now I’m so confused as to what you want and who you really are that I have to murder my hair just to find some sort of semblance of myself that doesn’t feel like a total stranger. Just to find the slight sliver of peace and the assurance that change can happen, no matter how small.

You bring out the worst and the best in me.