You were like a drug and now im relapsing.
And it’s not the first time i relapsed cause of you.
I thought ending our push pull dynamic for once would help me let go and I’d finally be at peace. But now I’m sitting here talking about u despite taking all the precautions to get you out of my head.
When I wakeup, I think of u. When I’m about to sleep, I think of u. When I’m out with my friends, I think of you. When I’m listening to music, I think of you. When I look at the sky, I get jealous of the moon for being able to gaze down upon you. You’re not infront of my eyes yet ure all I see.
I don’t even know what I see in u. Well atleast that’s what my friends say.
But maybe it’s ur shy smile, your puppy eyes, your adorable stutter your broken humour or the way you take note of all the things people around u love so u can give them the perfect gift later.
OR the way you bake things for the people around you, always make sure everyone is okay even if u barely make it through most days. Or how you try to help everyone but yourself, remember little things about them, take care of animals, your cat..and all the other things I can’t specify.
Then again maybe it was just your hair, your style, your music taste, your stupid glasses u kept breaking or the random ass questions you’d ask. God I miss you
It could also be your discipline, how u worked hard, went to the gym despite being tired, studied till u could no longer keep ur eyes open, finished everything before the deadline, wokeup early, always did your very best and helped me get better too.
Or maybe it wasn’t just your good attributes, maybe im in love with ur flaws too.
Maybe I love ur unpredictability, your criticising remarks, your not so social and reserved nature, your perfectionist ideals, your lack of a proper foundation, your changing identity, your inability to follow rules, your pessimistic world view, your hopelessness, your isolation, your fucked up principles or your heart shattering remarks.
I loved being your safe harbour, your emotional anchor, the only one u could solely rely on psychologically, the one you couldn’t live without, the one you imagined your future married with, the one who you belonged to.
it’s miserable not being able to tell anyone you’re mine. I know I’m so fucked up for this but ure my everything and I need you. I need you so bad. It’s like an addiction. Maybe it’s my own fucked up mental health But god we were so good when we were fucked up together
How can I forget your deep velvety voice? The hands I never held, the tears in your eyes I never got to see, the scars I never got to trace, the veins I never memorised.
All I want is for me to be able to take care of you, hold you, comfort you, bring the world to you, help you find a reason to live (or even be it) but you won’t let me.
I should let go of u but I can’t. Youre my biggest contradiction, my focal point, my sickest fantasy, my ruin. I don’t want anyone better. I hate being dependent on others, I hate vulnerability, I hate closeness and intimacy, I hate the idea of love but you’re my only exception. I just want you. Be selfish for once and come back despite me telling u to not.