You are 99.99% of what is on my mind,
ALL the fucking time.
And that .01%?
Well that's just a bunch of anger and bullshit.
I just need to be okay,
And not need you,
But it seems like I'm too far gone for that.
I'm glad you finally talked today,
Because up until then, I thought you were against me,
Using her as an indirect attack for the hell I put you through before.
And I was willing to accept it,
(Afraid I might call you on it,)
But willing to understand your stance.
I'm glad it's not so,
Though I almost wish it was.
Because the things you told me are absolutely heartbreaking.
And I need you to be a friend more than anything right now.
I am no longer your priority, okay?
You better fucking promise me that.
BUT ALONG WITH THAT..
I just need you to be okay,
And if that means (and trust me, I know it does)
Making sure she is/is going to be okay,
Then that's fine.
You're a fucking good friend,
A good person in general, actually,
And I refuse to screw that up for you.
BUT.
You need to fucking talk.
We cannot both have the same problem.
I refuse to let this sink because neither of us can communicate like normal human beings.
So promise me you'll work on it,
Alongside me.
We, together, will get through this.
We will be okay.
Maybe not tomorrow, sure as hell not today,
But someday, okay? Someday.
And then we can live happily forever after, together.
Because I will not leave you once I'm okay.
I refuse.
They'll have to drag me away..
If they can do so while maintaining their lives...
Which is highly unlikely.
But anyway.
I love you, okay?
Promise.
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