As soon as the world is better, right after your obligations to everyone else are completed, then I can have all of you
My dreams tell me to leave, tell me you’re here in a different world, and I’m stuck holding your civilian clothes, super heart beloved
Tell me you’ll be right back again, and again, and again.
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I’ll just sit in the candle lit dining room empty, begging God to remove the stinging sensations of regret sadness and hope, broken heart cocktail
Am I your enemy? Wanting the best of you while giving the best of me and you’re not ready to be one, you swear necessary unnecessary errands are almost done.
