I have been putting a playlist together for the last three hours. There are over a thousand songs on it. Think of it as my attempt at making a soundtrack for my life.
You call because you miss me and want to talk to me.
I don’t know what to say to you. What do you say to someone who has ripped your heart out so many times that there is nothing left but a gaping hole.
You say you love me. That you cant live without me. So many promises of being better, different and worthy of my love. There are 18 years that say otherwise. You are an addict (or so you claim) and your drug of