darkest days

even on my darkest I still speak about you with endearing terms and spill my heart out to anyone willing to listen they say - If he were the one he would have ; stayed been present consisten they call you: a wastebucket a fuc boi toxic an ass a cheat - but I know…


i still hope  that you  will walk  through the door  because boi  i cant  lose another soul you are the  missing piece  i’ve been searching for so darling please  dont let my anxieties  push you away  your the only one   i want  - my only chance  of a  bright future  is you  -XOXO chana