Idk what is going on with my brain but it’s like it’s trying to break my heart.
I got my eyes closed and I’m seeing pink and tan human shaped blogs fucking each others brains out and I’m supposed to vaguely make out your face.
I know what it is, it’s a call back to when we were in a long distance relationship while you were traveling through South America, I’m supposed to think you were unfaithful, and essentially either had a favorite guy or fucked anything with a dick that moved.
But I’m not shaken in my convictions, and I know I can’t change the past.
I don’t want to be cheated on by anyone but that’s just the way the cookie crumble.
I don’t want to sound like I’m begging to get back together with you but I can control how people will read and understand this writing.
All I know is I’d give us a second chance.
And what else I know is that you wouldn’t.
You can fuck every man on planet earth in my hallucinations,
I’m dying on this hill.