I’d like to have compassion for him but I can’t I’ve already given him too much of my heart.
I pray one day you will drunk text me So you can finally find the freedom to express all those things you’ve locked up deep down
My heart needed a voice
His possession wrapped around me like a warm coat, shielding me in a way it felt like only he could from my own frozen heart
I took the blame
And you were happy to let me
I miss you You miss me Yet we keep missing each other