you have to stop seeing me or you won't move. You have to get on the road before your chances get burned away. Staying to ruin me- really not worth it. I'm sure I could find another boy who wouldn't mind taking your spot. Just tell me how to get you the fuck away from me.

I dream of going down a spiral when I ponder seeing you. I already know all of the causes and effects. It's written in stone, and how could i forget? I want to get fucked up and use all of my seratonin to get through this. I always follow through because more than anything I'm afraid of hurting you. You're insecure and that's why you fuck me up. What kind of hold do you have on me? Where does this unconditional love come from when it's for someone who'd stand by and watch me get curb stomped?

what if i buy your ticket? will leaving seem more appealing?