Cheap Talks With Cheaper Company

You, or no one else.

Us, or by myself. 

I just.

I just wanna spill my soul for you. I wanna say it all just because it’s eating at me. This is so dumb, I’m so dumb but I can’t stop dreaming of you. You’re in my head when I sleep and you’re every other thought in my head through the days. 

I just need you. This isn’t a desire for anybody to make me feel whole, this is a burning need to kiss you. No one else could do this right now. I feel like there’s hot air in my lungs when I’m near you, and you make my thoughts frantic. I’m simply losing my mind, dear.

Weakness. That’s what this is. I can’t stand myself like this. Why should you have the ability to determine whether I’m in the heavens of happiness or the depths of despair, when I can’t even do that for myself? Bullshit. Here I am thinking about it all, while I’m lucky to have been a passing notion in your mind. No, you’re not thinking of me. Yes, I’m hopeless. But it’s cowardly to sit here and do nothing but mope and whine to my friends. I’ll be brave now. Head first.

Paper-thin friendships.

Cellophane compliments.

See the way I’m addicted to how these sad songs make me feel.

Like I’m drowned in all my heartache.

Like hope is just as fake as it is real.