new low

Never before have words just repeated in my head. You have so many issues with yourself that you deal with in the worst possible ways and it's horrifying being with you because I never know what you're going to do next, To me or to yourself. You need approval, you cheat, you feel insecure, you do something self destructive. You want attention and I feel like I don't give you enough, we're always dealing my issues and my shit and when you come to me about yours I turn it all around and make it about me. We're both selfish, so selfish and it scares me to think about what that could mean. But things that came out today needed too, although yet again they're going to change things. I really don't want you touching me anymore, knowing what you think about my naked body. I'll give you all the love you desire though, because I want you to feel wanted and know that I love your body and the way it feels and tastes, and I want to make you feel beatiful because nothing you have done or will do to it will make me feel differently. I love your shoulders, I love that I still need to lift myself from the ground slightly to kiss you, I love your lips, I love your face without a beard, I like the bones in your face and shoulders and every freckle on your skin. I love your hair and how no matter what ridiculous thing it's decided to do you look handsome. I love you lips, and I don't think I've told you even close to enough time how wonderful you are at kissing, and how I wish you kissed me more because i enjoy it so much. I like your light hair and light skin, I love your eyes, I absolutely love them and I hate that of all things you don't like that about yourself. I love your neck chest hair and back, and you have a magnificant bum. I could go on for hours. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm always going to be sorry for something.