I loved you. I loathed you. There was nothing about you I didn’t love, yet there was so much I still hated. I couldn’t fall asleep with your arms wrapped around me, but I needed to feel your body along mine. Your eyes we the ugliest I had ever seen, but looking into them always made me a little weak in the knees. You loved me more than I loved you. I despised you more than you despised me. You would’ve swam oceans for me while I sailed across them trying to get some air. We were meant to be (broken). I could’ve told you everything, but you would have believed nothing. You were perfect for me, but I always preferred what I couldn’t have. We are all fucked up, here.

We are all fucked.