you will be missed

I’m so scared right now.

How am I going to get over you? I need to, I know I need to, you’re no good for me. But God I already miss you so much. You’ve been part of me for so long, and knowing that you’re going to be moving on just fine while I’m here crying myself to sleep like a fucking child. Being able to listen to you talk all night. Giving you head scratches and whining like a baby when you wouldn’t wake up. I craved your attention all the time. You wanted to take kissy-pictures with me. Making love to you. Counting the bruises on my arms and legs from you. Fuck, you were my best friend. I miss you so much, Taylor. Why couldn’t you have been good to me?

Woah oh oh oh Mona Lisa, you’re guaranteed to run this town.

I feel like the only comfort at this point would be a bullet through my skull. But its okay. Ill just go to sleep and everything will be better in the morning.