GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! how did i get myself into this mess? fuck.
she lives in chicago. i can't feel this intensly for her. i just fuckin can't.
and yet i do.
i fucking miss you, Jena. i really fuckin do.
every single day i speak you to and its just not fuckin enough.
i see your picture, think about the spots on you my fingertips used to love to kiss, see your smile, the twinkle in your eyes and i want to be there.
even if just for a moment, long enough to kiss you and then leave again.
i just want to be in a position where i can give my heart in full to you and yours to me.
i just want to be where you are. i want to stop missing you.
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