you were the sun and i am the stars, but don't you get it? you are still the sun to me, but i can not shine in you present, but rather at nights present. that's why you wanted the ocean, and i kept it form you.
A lifelong amount of moments to a matter of seconds in my head, a few drops of liquid in my brain that could have erased all of the miserable feelings in my uneasy gut.
You used to always roll my sleeves up for me, but now my sweaters are in the closet and they're catching dust. And now winter is coming, but I would have worn them for you in the summer.
every one thinks i can do it, every one thinks i can get through this ******* sadness and be happy, every one thinks my poems will be happy, instead of sad. every thinks im strong. pretty. flawless. except me. the one person who counts.