NewMetamorphosis

there is a sadness that lives within liars. i told you once that you meant more to me than myself, but if i were truly your friend i would tell you to leave. i want you to slip from the bed in the middle of the night while i am still asleep. i want you to fight the urge to touch me and trust that i am honest. i want you to find your things and fill your bags with everything that is you in that place until it is nearly empty, and quietly, i want you to fucking leave. without explanation or one more ultimatum that you are so fond of, put that car in drive and don't you dare come back. find a studio that you can afford for two hundred