This is just my edit but I fucking love this
"I just need a person" or "I just used a person"
I feel like the original way you read it says something about you.
You were leaving, and I wasn’t the only sad one. Trailing behind you was she…you, atoms, cells, an often olfactory tease. She tickles my nose after you’ve left the room. I hear her , giddy, with my jump and call to attention, your self esteem, rightfully, deservingly, fills you like a champagne flute overflowing at NYE 2000. Your eyes, clear, crisp dancing around to focus not only on one thing, you strive to focus on it all. Characteristically, a falsehood, your mind and heart, never an individual life and love tool, you’re not fake. Are you even able to say that word? You’re the reality written in text, story before bed. For as fantastic a life I’ve lived, you’ve added more to who I am in 1 week than any experience I’ve had in a lifetime.WP/2014
Nothing scars you more than the negative shit your own parents tell you.
"Are we datin’? Are we fuckin’?
Are we best friends? Are we something, in between that?
I wish we never fucked and I mean that.
But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin’ awesome.”