the good outweighs the bad; at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

by Violet

we’re both lost, loath each other, but we know what we had was special despite all the fuckery. so we reconnect for some nights like we were never distant, pretending. like nothing happened. like it has always been meant to be. disgusting, truly.. so fucking empty; with or without you.

but I hate sleeping alone.