This is feeding what I am.. It's like salt poured into a deep, infected wound. It's the. type of pain you really dig and long for. I've always been. Insecure to open up and show love. Some pretty girl with.
If ever words were spoken. Painful and untrue. I said I loved but I lied. In my life. All I wanted. Was the keeping. Of someone like you. As it turns out.