It’s 2:19 in the morning & you’re not in my bed so it’s safe to assume that you’re in hers.
I haven’t heard from you in 2 days so I guess this is us breaking up.
I got a call from you last week at midnight, but it wasn’t you, I guess she found my number in your phone. I heard her screaming “don’t touch me” through her tears, it’s sad how sick my name makes her.
But what’s even worse is how you go back and forth, from my bed to hers. You tell me how you love me in the Summer but you always end up back under her.
You tell me that it’s fuck her, but tonight, I bet you’re fucking her. I bet you told her that it was fuck me- like two weeks ago, you weren’t just fucking me.
You can’t have my heart & keep hers too, that’s not how love works & I’m tired of waiting for you to choose."
— You can’t come back here anymore. She wins. Tell her she can keep you. (via caramelcoatedxxxtacy)
— November Depth (via themilkywhiteway)