She tells me I’m her true first love.
She tells me I’m her everything, more than life itself.
She can’t post a picture of us anywhere because people might see.
Today she didn’t even call me to say goodnight.
Am I getting boring? Am I no more amusing?
I’m not trying to make you mad, I just do. I try not to but I can’t. I’m a demon breathing from within. I try to only love you but I make mistakes over mistakes. Darling, I’m trying so hard, so so hard to not be such a failure for you. Please forgive my idiotism. I’m trying. I’m sorry what we argued about today, by no means did I want to hurt you, I miss you and when I do, I say things I regret. I spill dreams we don’t know if we can fulfill. I’m sorry. I’m just always so excited about living with you. I’m so excited that one day you’ll be mine.