You hear my cries, You listen to my heart beat, You give me your shoulder, You console me to keep quiet, But what you miss out is, I need to be loved not held, I need to be adored not fucked, I need to be comprehended not messed.


The end is near, The love is rare, I believed in you, I had faith in you, Guess I was wrong, messed up my mind, fucked over myself, I laid down thinking; Where had I gone wrong? I found nothing but this: You were a thief, and I was a believer. Image courtesy @weheartit