I want to be able to finally get up off my stupid bedroom floor and look in the mirror and believe that some man out there could love the girl in the reflection. That there is a perfect guy she can relate too- confide in- love with all her heart- have deep conversations with… and won’t unexpectedly get up and walk away for no good reason.
God, be my man. Be my rock. Let me lean on you.
Kill my loneliness. Kill my pessimism. Kill my anger.
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