‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 *

never was much of a romantic.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

you can have my heart if you have the stomach to take it.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

i know you're where you need to be, even though it's not here with me.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

i'm scared of the love i have for you. because i know it will ruin me. and i also know that i will let it.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

i want to be the one that haunts you. i want to be your biggest regret.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

if you would let me give you pinky promises kisses then i wouldn't have to scream your name atop of every roof in the city of my heart.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

out of all the people who had to hurt me, why did it have to be you?

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

i still don't know how to love someone without swallowing them.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

i don't think you've ever felt anything that didn't hurt you. we've found each other, out of everyone else in the world. does that hurt, too?

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

i cannot rise, too heavy with filth and sin. ／ give me your hand. ／ i'll stain you. ／ i'll take it.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

you could come knocking on my door five years from now and i would open my arms wider and say, ‘ come here, it's been too long. ’ it felt like home with you.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

will you forgive me for my snowstorms, my fever, poetry, gloom and all?

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

a love? maybe. something tender, anyway. but tender like a bruise.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

i'll love you like a dog, and you'll betray me like a man.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

i'm sorry, i don't quite know what i want. i'm sorry, i'm not very good at making up my mind. you are the only person who has seemed to care about what i think or who i am;

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

i've learned to love and appreciate the yearning. to mourn the absence of another's presence is painfully and beautifully human.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

and please forgive the silence for you know, of course, the love is there.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

my mother's trust issues are leaking into my chest and i've got my father's nose and his tendencu to stop calling back, so i'm sorry about the 9 missed calls i have from you and the 6 voicemails i never played. i swear i'd love you if i could.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

to love is truly the best and most beautiful thing i ever did.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

his name is in my spit. i cannot unswallow him. he is on the mouth of all the lovers whose lips i lick.

[‍ ‍𝒐𝗳 𝓹𝐫𝐨𝐦̲𝐢̲𝐬̲𝐞̲𝐬̲ 𝑼𝐍𝐊𝙴𝐏𝐓 * @M00NKEPT]

the good times are gone and the future is unforeseen. the ghost of you haunts my mind, but i know i'll heal, and i'll move on. you weren't easy to love, and you won't be easy to forget. maybe i'll hold on a bit longer.