You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.

I hate waking up with you on my mind and not in my bed.

I pushed everyone else away because they weren’t you.

How can you sleep at night knowing that you broke someone?

Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.

You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.