To the two women who meant the most:
T- My one and only true love, yet the one who literally rips my heart out of my fucking chest monthly. Our friendship is unhealthy, it makes my throat burn just thinking about how much i think about you on a daily basis. I’ll always wonder what would happen if you could just get the fuck over yourself for 5 seconds, but alas we both have separate agendas. It makes me feel shitty as fuck when i start to think of you only as a possession, as just a hot piece of ass, because youre so much more than that. I’d love to make up with you but it hurts just way too much. I hope you can understand, things wont be like this forever.
B- My longest relationship and probably my most memorable. I loved you with everything i had and i wouldve given you the moon if i had the strength to pull it down. the memories with you flood my brain every so often and i think of you in such a positive light. It sucks so fucking bad that you get wrapped up in new relationships and feel the need to shut your world out from me. I thought we were closer than that. I feel like youre so jaded to this new life you try to portray. I miss the girl who would drink ginger ale and watch coraline with me, the girl who pretended to like a certain rapper that youve never heard of just to impress me. You’ll never be that person again and it makes my chest heavy to think of that, but its a reality i still have yet to face and it weighs so much. I’m always here for you and i always will be.
I feel like i can breathe again.
Don’t you see, don’t you see, that the charade is over?
And all the “Best Deceptions” and “Clever Cover Story” awards go to you.
So kiss me hard ‘cause this will be the last time that I let you.
You will be back someday and this awkward kiss that tells of other people’s lips will be of service to keeping you away.
