i love butts so much
I’d say that you’re a drug, but you’re like a fucking sickness.
There was no “moment of ecstasy” before the crash. There was no sweetness. You forced your way inside of me and tried to destroy me.
I’ve tried everything to get rid of you - smoking, drinking, writing, reading, screaming at the sky, none of it seems to work. Those late night talks with myself about how the universe is so much greater than what I chalked you up to be never seemed to get me anywhere.
I don’t know how you fucked me up this bad, but I want you out.