The thought of you makes me wake and isolates me from everything that isn’t you. I think ours my soulmate but I catch the little things in your voice that make you uncertain. You tell me you love me more than I know but I guess there are a lot of things I don’t know, does she know? Do you repeat sweet nothings to a temporary nobody. No one will love you the way I have loved you for 6 years and plan on loving you for the rest of my miserable life. You make me happy and want to die all in one. But if I’m gonna wanna die I’m glad you’re the thing that makes me happy. No matter how fucked our relationship is.