I want you. All of you. Damnit I don’t care if it’s 4am and you are calling me because you can’t stand being alone with yourself. I’ll still want you. You could be incredibly hateful and shatter my heart into a million pieces. I’ll still want you. You could have the sun shining perfectly on your face and still have the stars in your eyes. I’ll still fucking want you. In any shape or form. No matter what the mood is, I will still fucking want you because you have me so fucking deep in love that I can’t think straight. Fuck, you could be cancerous and I’d want my body to be covered with it.
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Mentally Unstable
Non-FictionI am posting stuff that i have written, things i go threw and think of. Trigger warning; read at your own choice. I'm not seeking attention.
