You.

i cant live without,

i miss you kissing me.

i miss you loving me,

i wish i didnt fuck this shit up, 

im in love with you.

You were my shelter,

you were that pillow i had when i was sad.

now you are someone eleses pillow.

why? 

why do we need to talk about something you dont even care about?

i still love you

and i cant live in this world with out you.