dear you,

i want to believe you, i do.

with every fucking fiber in my body, with what’s left of this beating heart that pumps the blood into my veins that make me breath each breathe everyday.

but i don’t. i don’t have the strength to. there is no more willpower left in this being to go forth on empty promises and so-called new found revelations. i’m hellbent on sticking to what i know personally and what i’ve experienced.


but this is my unsent, silent plea.
just for once, surprise me. by not letting me down.
that is honestly all i ask from you at this point in time.

pangsta.