bae

you know you're in too deep when you close your eyes for a fraction of a milisecond and you see their face engraved into the back of your lids, long after you've shut out all images of them from your mind. 

you know you can't escape when you're asleep and you're dreaming about what they smell like, what they feel like, what they taste like.

you know 's going down when you wake up and you try to tell your mum that you need to get rid of that pungent smell of somone else' iron clinging onto your fabric.

.

i'm ed.

i just want my own will graham, instability and all.