the pressure of your chest. Drawing breaths to no avail and I can't even manage a sigh and it's sick to think I mourn your hips and my hands on your thighs
I'm sorry for everything I've done. I gave you false hope then I was gone. You gave me a list of things you knew would get to me; they all were true.
you off and never looked back. So take your grudge and grip it tight. Hate me with all your might. It's all in vein and it's all in your head. I took
Dear Valentine, I'm done. I quit. I've fucked up more than I'd like to admit. I've got a broken wall from throwing broken fists; a punched in hole for
all yet you wanted my heart. You always knew it was yours from the start. Every girl with a fashion sense reminds me of you and every time you open your
: I'm sorry for everything I've done. I gave you false hope then I was gone. You gave me a list of things you knew would get to me; they all were true