Never beg someone to stay
― my five word story   (via fonders)

You are the itch that’s on my back.
You are the gum under my shoe.
You are the horrors of my past.
You are the chill that haunts the room.
You are the creaking on my steps.
You are cancer. You are plague.
You are regret. You are disease.
I wish that you would go away.

I had you, then lost you.
― Six Word Story (via baeritt0)