our eyes lock, and your breath hitches, and my mouth is a magnet pulling pulling pulling me to you.
may is here and i swear yesterday was only january 7th.
i have nothing to say anymore.
all my ghosts laugh at how i live my life now. and it doesn’t bother me even the slightest bit.
the most tragic moment of my life, was realizing my own Cassandra complex. realizing no matter how many times i told people it wouldn’t work out, they wouldn’t believe me.
with my luck, i’m sure you’ve gotten everything you wanted. i’m sure the seas part at your will and the birds chirp when you order it. with my luck you’re happy.
no matter how high i jump, how fast i run, how many cities i pass through, how many dollars i spend; i will always end up staring right back at you.
years. years have been taken off of my life today. the fear invoked in me shall linger for the rest of my days.
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.
if i had a dollar for every stolen glance we’ve shared i believe id be a multi millionaire.