weee hooo. . WRITIIIIIN"!
You say you hate me
Not in so many words
But I feel what you mean
You hate that you can’t hate me
And boy, I hate it too.
I miss you. I miss fucking till
We’re raw. I miss the raw
passion of our life. I miss your
hands around my throat. I
miss your random moments
of vulnerability. I miss the
flowers. I miss the love. I miss
the pain. I miss it all. Or
do I just miss feeling?