I want a boyfriend that’s mature enough to know the meaning of the word love.
I want a boyfriend that knows where the line is drawn between emotional abuse and speaking your mind.
I want a boyfriend that will tell me how much he misses me when he’s away from me for a long time.
I want a boyfriend that will listen to me and not only his friends.
I want a boyfriend that knows what the word forever means.
I want my boyfriend to go back to the person he was when I first fell in love with him.
I miss that person.
It’s so fucking twisted, you know. This whole “love” thing. Like really? You fall in love and you literally fall. You crash to the ground and I swear to god all your bones break. You’re fucking shattered but you don’t notice because you’ve got this beautiful boy whispering in your ear and kissing your neck and nothing else matters. But then he leaves and suddenly you feel it. You feel everything. And you’re hysterically crying in your car at 4 in the morning in some empty parking lot because it’s the only place that doesn’t taste like him and you’re trying to hold your bones together but his old t-shirts don’t work as a cast, wrapping them around your chest won’t fix the craters in your ribs. Nothing stops the aching.
You don’t tell me you love me and talk to other girls, but I’ll still be sitting here waiting, cause clearly I’m a dumb ass.
When people treat you like they don’t care, believe them.