i’m sorry i ended up feeling something for you i know
you were counting on me
to be the concrete girl you’d seen in your dreams,
only smeared lipstick never any strings attached,
just a fuck toy you could try out and
return when things started going bad

i’m sorry i sometimes can’t stand on my own two feet i’m
sorry i like the way that fire tastes i’m sorry
that i don’t chase passion, i drink it straight
so when i met you, the volcano,
i watched my walls
melt away

i’m sorry you were too much for me and the way you smile
makes me so fucking happy i’m sorry that i told you i was
unbreakable i guess you called my bluff i’m sorry
i messed everything

leave now, then, if you must // r.i.d (via inkskinned)