“And you are the riot of color to my dreamy grey world and im sorry “
His words shook as he cried and he kept repeatedly saying “I love you, I love you so much. You’re so beautiful and perfect and please don’t hang up on me. Please I love you so much don’t hang up please I won’t be able to sleep without your voice please I love you”
But on the other end of the phone I couldn’t breathe.
My face was growing hotter
And my tongue tasted of bile.
This is what it felt to be suffocated.
We bring out the worst and the best in eachother
Something’s gone horribly wrong with me ever since I’ve met him.
The past four days you’ve said you’d call me and we’d talk until one of us sleeps… but you never call and I’m tired of waiting for you so I’m going to sleep.
Some nights I can’t breathe, and the blade gets heavy in my hand and the tears start to burn on my cheeks.
She sat down, back pressed against the cold brick wall, and She pulled her knees into her chest trying to keep herself warm in the icy cold that threatened what little heat was in our bodies. She struggled with shaky hands to light a cigarette she placed in her mouth and she looked up at me and stared for a good minute or two.
“You always look so together, like nothing in this world could ever phase you. Maybe that’s why everyone always asks you or advice, they want to feel together too”
I laughed and shook my head “no” as she offered me a cigarette.
“I only give out advice I need to hear”