read this when ur sober
- does it feel good to hide from yourself? because that’s the only thing i see sometimes— someone that’s terrified to look both ways before crossing the road, but yet you’re still jaywalking and some how i still managing to keep you safe
- everytime when you’re incoherent, you tell me the sweetest things. and although it brings me great joy, it’s not the same by the time you’re out of drinks
- you only love me when you’re fucked up, baby, that’s fucked up
- sometimes i want to run away with you, but sometimes i find myself running from you instead
- it’s hard to talk to you when you’re not yourself. when was the last time you felt alive without anything to alter your state of mind? is being alive not enough for you? does being close to death make you feel a certain thrill that i can’t provide?
- you are precise and straight to the point, but when i see you stumbling out of the taxi— my heart breaks for you. you don’t even remember why i’m crying
- i was told at a young age that when two people are in love, someone is bound to love the other person more. the person who loves less holds the most power, isn’t that ironic? the older i get, the more i understand the saying. it’s not that they have any real power, the other person just wants to love, so they’re willing to sacrifice anything to just see that one person smile. even if it’s hell on earth, at least i’m walking through it with you
- it’s unfortunate, when i think about love— i think about the way you say my name when you’re too drunk to make any sense. i wish you had half of that passion when you’re awake and sober. why are you so cold and distant when it comes to us? why do you even bother?
- people aren’t more honest when they’re intoxicated. they simply just don’t give a fuck. lately, i’ve been running out of fucks to give myself
- you know we sat at the beach one night and you were resting your head on my lap— we stayed there the whole night. i didn’t want that moment to ever end. but it did. and you woke up with the sun. you were at peace with the world, the things that you made me feel in those tiny moments, it felt great knowing that i stayed up all night just watching you dream under every star that granted my wish that just maybe, this one— i have something that was all mine
- you can call me selfish, but i’ll call you reckless. you’re running out of excuses and i’ve ran out of patience a long time ago. the clocks have stopped working, but we’ve aged twice the time. how many more hours will we miss because you’re too wasted to care about anything, but overindulgence and guilty pleasures?
- if this is how love begins, i don’t know if i even want things to continue
- you’re soft to me even when you’re hard on yourself. the small sliver of hope swallowed by the darkness of the night
- you drink twice as much on a full moon— you’re distracting yourself from the reality that one day i won’t be here
- if you manage to read this while i’m still around, while i’m still loving you
- don’t confront me about it.
- because i’m going to tell you the exact same thing as when we first met
- love me when you’re sober
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