i love you.

i’m in love with you.

you ruined every bit of happiness i thought i could try to have

and now without you, i’m scared i won’t be able to be who i am or

who i want to be...

because you became apart of me,

but you know it’s okay.

it’s all good.

i mean shit—

i went through hell and back by myself

so what’s a another round trip?