i’ve done something wrong.

but i’m not entirely sure what. it’s a strange place to be.

 

talk to me.

even if you’re not here.

 

she thinks.

i think he’s all talk
i think he knows what sounds good
i think he knows what you want to hear
i think he’s sometimes insincere
i think he’ll let you down
i think he plays on your emotions
i think he needs to be a man and stick to a decision
i think he’ll mess you up
i think he wants it for the wrong reasons
i think he’s not good enough for you
i think you know this deep down
i think i think too much.

 

it never ends.

and it’s still not over. now he’s starting talk of when they separate.

 

it all ends here.

we said a friendly goodbye last night over the phone, shortly after i’d left his flat.

it’s hard, but it’s also what’s best.