Feeling alone, wanting the apology but im never going to get one. Sometimes thats when being alone has its upside. No one can hurt you or disappoint you.
Crying my self to sleep has become a habit, a habit that I hope I can break. Kissing him no longer has that powerful feeling, instead the kiss of death. My happiness dies day by day, but at the same time he revives me; brings me back to this life.
He was upset over a missing/hidden phone. Selfish, fine! Sometimes its better to be distant from him, can't wait to run away on Wednesday.
He has his arm wrapped around me as if he cares, calling me selfish and expecting me to hold him in return. Im lying here hoping some prince in blue jeans and black tshirt can save me. Hes become the dragon that needs to be locked away in the castle.
So as I lay here while he snores down my back, I imagine fire breathing from his nostrils.
Have a better day than me.
Taylor.
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