"Maybe I’m scared to love, because when I love, it is never returned. Maybe I’m scared to trust, because I’ve never been put first. I’m always the one being left behind; the one who’s forced to feel it all during the night."
"I don’t want perfection. Hold my hand with your sweaty calloused palms. Kiss me with the taste of liquor still lingering on your tongue. Tell me you love me with chapped bleeding lips. Hold me with scar laced arms. Let me fall asleep surrounded by your flaws. I do not crave perfection dear, I only crave you."