Tell me you love me...
why the fuck do i always cry?
when he doesn't tell me he loves me. i want to die.
i want to spite him by not telling him those very words, but i can't....because i die inside when i don't say them.
every tear that falls is bitter rain that is soaking my pillow....his nonchalance cuts at deep as a butcher slicing into tender cuts of veal.
his offhandedness just slides in neatly like a hot knife through butter.
it hurts my lovely.....and when you finally say the words i've so longed to hear....it hurts even more....the exquisite pain of relief floods through my body and the tears still pour down.............i am strange...i know this.....you knew it too......but you still love me....