Chocolate is a health food. I bring her chocolate and I remain healthy.
he took a screenshot and my heart took flight
I want to rail. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to yell out horrible things about him and make him feel as useless and broken as I do.
I want his arms around me. I want him to stroke my hair and tell me it will be okay. I want to believe it will be okay. I want to be safe. And secure.
But no one hears my wants as they fall directly into the blackness which was once my heart.
Time again to box it all up. Put it away. Pretend I don’t feel. Time to lose myself in mundanity. Hide from passion. Give up on hope.
You stir the pot
Then wonder why I feel your messages are so mixed
I changed my Facebook relationship status to in a relationship with Chocolate
Chocolate doesn’t forget to call or run away because it can’t handle how it feels about me