freudianslip

I expected somehow for you to fill the void was left. I expected you to understand me like he did. I assumed that you could read through the wrong words and thoughts and know what I meant to say assumption my dear is the mother of all fuck ups. And I fucked up. The coffees gone cold. Theres a huge rail on a cd case on the bed beside me. I can never have just a little bump I dont know why. I can never finish a cup of coffee either. And things with me never end well.


What is love? Is it selfish or selfless?


My dreams are words now.