i know i'm not coping well i can see how i'm hurting you by the way your face fell when i took the news ungraciously, pain as strong as pain can be, and i wake up from fantasies of tearing off your clothes only to find that window closed but the curtains pulled back so that i can watch and lust after the perfection i lack longing eyes trying to forget that all the time your mind is set i receive kisses hungrily, wanting more ignoring the pain which i know i cause because i can't apologise enough for making this so hard
