i wish happiness and i could get just 5 more minutes together.
the woman after me will see my poem engraved in your head, and the scars i left on you from clawing my way out of your wrath. only then will she realize she is far gone.
i only feel love from my older friends. only they know how to handle the deep sadness that comes along with me.
in march, time goes at a steady pace, but tomorrow it will be october and i will have not spoken to you since february and i will forget that i have ever spoken to you.
i barely survived being everything but your lover.
we were so close yet so so far. like december and january are.
i’m so proud of you.
may is here and i swear yesterday was only january 7th.
“aliza, i’m in love with you”
“oh you poor, poor boy”
i never knew the concept of forgiveness would be so hard to grasp. but now i know that i can hold a grudge like a child. and in that melodrama i am proud.