please it is enough 

please you and me 

please 

i cannot i just cannot

not attachment fucking mental health stronger self whatever

im not fucking sick

my chest 

-it is physical-

i can feel it 

it is pulling me 

out of this room

toward your body

its own body

its friend, itself

i can see you in the mirror and you, me

next to you

we are zipped up together

not fucking anxious avoidant

no

i was never like this

i don't, this 

not donal or mother or

its not some indicative pattern

me missing you is not a problem with me

you told me 

we were one and the same

you cried when i left

you waited around town hours for me

you walked to see me everyday

it was not just me

you

gushed on about us

and then

i believed it

and i thought how can two people be one but you loved me so and saw me

and understood me and 

in a way no one ever

it is futile

i never felt pulled so much

it is not wrong

what if

my soul really does need to be with yours

what if

that really is how reality works?

i don't want any of this self-love shit

i don't wanna go to bed alone without you

whats the point of living a joyless life