one day i will have flowers waiting for me when i get home, and glances at dinner with his family, and good sex, and actually laugh at what he says, and i will trust him completely, and i will truly love him.
i am a skeleton walking, for you have stolen my heart.
i wish this momentary calm could find the courage to last for the entirety of my life. but the war in my brain scares it away.
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 would fight for centuries to get my old self back.
nothing. i feel nothing.
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.
come back soon. to the girl you destroyed.
i wish that when i saw you for the first time, i would’ve run as fast as i could.
she looks like me, talks like me, acts like me. and i know you can’t stand that she’s still not quite me.