Suffocation.

Why is it that when you tell me constantly how much you love me

I feel as if you are only doing so to keep me here?

How am I supposed to find meaning underneath the notion that you believe I would just leave, and the idea of doing so seems better as the days go by

I would feel so terrible leaving you, so terrible at the thought of hurting you, and I know I would miss you, but

I feel like I’m being forced, I feel suffocated all the time, and most of the time you’re not even there.

I pretend like the doubt has just lifted, and everything is well, despite the fact that every night that goes by I wonder how long this will last,

Do I even want it to last?

Fuck this I need to smoke and watch Ferngully 2

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