i should have stayed in bed. too much time without you makes my head spin and my heart vomit. "like i've been given love morphine and now i can't ever have it again." where are you when i need you here? when will you understand my games and when will i stop playing them. if i tear my clothes and shave my head will you recognize my grief? if i cry day in and day out will you stop wanting me to get my shit together? if i say i'm sorry will you forgive me?
i hate myself and that makes me want you to hate me too.
