Listening to: Red dress- m.c.s.
fuck i know you saw it. the thing beneath the pillow and the sheet. you don't wanna say but you see me there underneath. you think it's kinda funny
the other you teases. makes fun. just messes, fucks with me. You're not upset yet his name you jest. i want to build that brick wall but i know i'll let you go. i'm not montresor. i can let go. i'm not in a vengeful mood anyway.
just think, if only we talked. made contact. even had a third thursday of every month, we'd be able to whine and listen and be the shoulders.
the most recent one is laughing at me this veryy moment.
i can feel it.
he likes calling me "cutie."
just to see how i would react.
he likes hugging me like i am contagious.
just to see what i would do.
he just wants to "tap myy ass."
and that is not what i want.
dammit. i don't know.
i just wish he would just scream soemthing evil about me alreadyy.