i dont want to write any more because everytime i go to put my ******* pen to paper all i manage to scribble is your name. you some how managed to break down the walls surrounding my heart and take up the remaining space in my chest. you planted flowers in my ribcage but flowers die and so do people. "forever and always" is just something you said to fill the silence and i was an idiot for thinking this time was different. i kissed you like your mouth was filled with stars and every time you touched me after you left, those flowers died a little and so did i.