Secretillos de la vida

Sleeping in sheets covered in our sweat. One same idea coming through our heads. One same feeling making our breath stop. One same fear that this might tear us apart. Body, mind, chems, breath, everything would join us, but our fear of death. Death of all the things we had already reached, and could be screwed up if we didn’t make it clear. Call it DTR, call it clear things up, call it confess something we couldn’t even stop. Being a friend with benefits is more of what I could ask, based on the fact that you couldn’t be more hot, confident, shining, dreamer, fighting for what he wants, and being such a good fucking person that you're what anyone would want.  Sorry if I don’t feel jealous when you tell me about your ex, that don’t matter cause you’re here laying in my bed. Looking at me, kissing my neck, making me feel there’s nowhere you’d rather be instead.  But don’t be stupid girl, love might sound very cool, but you’re just a pretty girl he likes hooking up to. You have too

... And I felt like I know him, though, and I know his heart, and I know what he wouldn't do to hurt me....  But I didn't realize that I was feeling so confident, so great about myself and then it just be completely shuttered by one thing... But something so stupid...  But then you make me feel crazy baby I feel like it's my fault... I was in pain... The future that we hold is so unclear, but I'm not alive until you call.... Save your advice cause I won't hear it, you might be righ but I don't care, there's a million reasons why I should give you up... But the heart wants what it wants... Why. Why baby. Why do you treat yourself like you do, why do you punish yourself just for existing.... Why do you harm yourself and be so disciplined and unpermissible with yourself... I know your heart and I know that you're such a good person, and I know your feelings about me because I know you better than you know yourself...  And I hate being the one y