dont stop

dont stop talking to me.....

having a real good one.

my relationship is tough, like hairs of a voodoo doll destined to burn.

burn in all hell seeking, putrid spitting hatred.

shallow water, we both lie in, bleeding and burning.

so much hurt and tears, hiding and fighting.

i weaken him, he is going to snap, unlike me i snap every day

i am truly afraid of what he will do when he breaks

or when we break up, i will die. im nothing without him.

yet everything is still fine

i find the fibres tearing in this line.

from phone to phone. 

the sex is not great, we do not have much in common

yet he loves me, it what keeps me holding on,

i love him, though it is questionable

thinking of the times we are together make me weep, and feel all the longing

"why couldn't you live closer"

"why dont you buy me nice things"

"why are you always playing video games"

i should not take this so seriously

if i could find one person in this world who truly understands me

i will be happy