Unsent text message to Emma

Your demons are your own, and now they joined you in the grave. I tried to reach for you, you just never reached back.

Ask me to do things for you, call me, disturb me. Make me your everything. Be my trouble, reach out. Let me take care of you. Can I baby you? Smile a lot w me. Laugh w me. I love ur teeth. Ur whisker dimple and ur cheek bone. Make me urs in every way possible.

I still miss you. I still think about you, you prideful, stubborn punk. 😪

Flat is empty, head is empty, stomach is empty. “Gather everything and get out by tomorrow“ sure. Gathering a whole life up will take time though. I am starting to develop resentment. Clothes are packed. Kitchen items, not so much. The beds lonelier. Association with you has been nothing short of a nightmare. I’m…

You’re a jerk, the worst part is you think you’re the nicest person, anyway i want to forget you forever, if i can swallow something that makes me forget you i take it

Knowing that you thought of me is enough to make me feel so good.

I hate that we have to say goodbye. This is getting really hard for me to contain. And I think you know that. I don't know what we're doing but I feel like we're both doing it.