{this was a letter}

please, please, stay,

please don’t go.

don’t you know i’m only temporary?

you say i’m obsessed with you,

like i don’t know what’s best for you,

i hate the way you are when you’re sober,

you think i don’t know i’m not perfect.

but we both know you need me.

this was a letter,

from my anxiety.

–e.l. jayne