you say you miss me and i say it back but what else am i supposed to say when that is what you’re expecting to hear
when we stare into each others souls its then that i realize i dont feel the same for you.
it doesn’t make me a bad person but it doesn’t make me innocent either
#real
"match my freak!" match my sweetness. match my benevolence. match my empathy. match my ability to feel emotions so deeply it tears me apart from the inside out
is this not boygenius?
crashing the fuck out.