love is a car and i feel like a victim handcuffed to the bumper. heartbreak is the car revving up at 60 and dragging my pitiful ass behind it.
-like an idiot i loved him hard. like hard as ever. hard enough to do anything for him. but still he can’t love me right. thats all i ever wanted - thorough love. maybe he loved me as much as he could but it still wasnt enough. (because of her……) i hope you know i walked the plank for you. now ive just gotta endure the poking and prodding…