Its not the same the words, the eyes the touch. None of it. Its like an old habit there for comfort. Not because you love getting the paper in the morning, but because you don't know what else to do while you drink your coffee. It breaks my heart. Knows its knows its knows it. Just let it stay hoping it won't go away hoping it will go back. Knowing it won't. Mayeb its me. So tired. So tired of trying of not understanding. Hate your touch sometimes. Know it doesn't feel what you say. Hate your thoughtless words. Hate the ones you mean. Hate me. Your not the same. Your not the same. Your not the same.

kln

This is me bleeding before you
fuck you get down on your knees
OLD HABITS DIE HARD, KILL ME QUICK.