(Source: greyleviathan)
Why?
Why do you get so excited when you see my face? Why did you have to whisper how much you missed me? Why did you kiss me in your car that night? Why do I smell your cologne everywhere I go? Why did you feed me all this bullshit that I knew you didn’t mean, but it felt so good to hear? Why did you want to drive all the way from Kentucky to Tennessee for me when I was visiting? Why did I have to find out from someone else that you’re here? Why wont you call; tell me want to see me? Why are you my ever consuming thought? Why do I mean nothing to you, when you mean so much to me? Why did you chose me to fuck over? And most importantly, why do I deserve this?
If I got bit by a unicorn…
Would I turn into one of those too?
