because honestly you’re the best fucking friend i’ve ever had. and i know that whenever i hit a low point, you’ll show up. you always do. you always come around and tell me you love me and that i’m special and the greatest girl you know and i’m going to be somebody and any guy would be lucky to have me and if you were here you’d be that guy and blah blah blah.
and for a little while, you’re everything i need. and then, true to form, you just stop getting back to me. you pull away. you don’t answer my texts. you don’t reassure me that i’m a good person, or that you love me, or that i deserve bigger and better things. it happens every fucking time.
so i delete your number. stay off of facebook. go off and do stupid things with stupid people because i don’t have you to hold me together. and the stitches rip because i drink and smoke and fuck away my problems because for whatever reason you won’t get back to me. finally i can’t hold together anymore. i break. i collapse.
and, true to form, you text me out of the blue. use all the right words to pick me back up and put me back together. and i believe you. i believe you every fucking time because you’re so important to me. because you’re the closest thing i have to feeling human.
i can feel you pulling away again. i can feel your words getting emptier by the hour and i honestly don’t know how many more times i can go through this. i don’t know if i can go through this in my current state. please don’t walk out again. please.










