I hate the way I feel like dying when I’m alone
You are the leaves at my feet,
you are the hum of electric heat.
I keep myself away,
but I’m starting to like the pain.
when someone you dislike posts a bad selfie
I hate the way you’re leaning and you’re looking at your phone.
I hate the way I feel like dying when I’m alone.
Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment that makes you think, “I just really love you”