I miss you so much i feel sick to my stomach when i think about you. I wanted you to be the one i fell asleep and woke up next too,i wanted you to be the one i bought random gifts for and watched the smile grow on your face.I wanted you to be the one i worried about when you where ill,i wanted you to be the one i was eager to tell things.The one i woke up in the middle of the night to tell you about the dream i just had. I wanted you to be the one i wished was next to me whenever we were apart. I wanted you to be the one i got high and had playfights with. I don’t want you to be the reason i lay here and tell myself out-loud to stop crying hysterically. I just wanted you. All of you.
- this is not in any way about me, and this girl, this sweet child of the painridden night, the tender touch of the witching hour's kiss, this is a figment of our imaginations, ever entwined, combined, defined.
- this is not in any way about me, and this girl, this sweet child of the painridden night, the tender touch of the witching hour's kiss, this is a figment of our imaginations, ever entwined, combined, defined.
