making myself sick with sadness
reminiscing about us, about you
listening to the music you loved
i realized you're unhappy too.
i was going to send you a letter
just to ask if it's raining there too
but by now you must have realized
every word that i write is for you.
you said one day we would marry and as a grown child, i believed you slipped thorns into my mouth i tried to thank you for the roses but blood came pouring out where are you now? where is my heart? i'
it’s a weird place to be, stuck right in between i’m still in love with you, and i deserve more than you gave me when both are, at once, true i liked you much more before i loved you i liked you bette
you made me feel like you loved me even when you don’t. it was just enough for me, ignoring reality for a dream. though the wool was thin, it sat snug against my eyes, nonetheless. i could sculpt it i