"i want to die." i'm the only one who survived even if I didn't deserve it i've lost those that matter the most they're all gone my family, my love, my friends, none of them are coming back it's all my fault i know but my therapist keeps telling me "i'm okay." maybe I'll start to believe if I hear it enough times
Bittersweet. i was never a fan of that taste-- yet you loved it so much i hated your grapefruit lip tint the most and yet the way your lips felt against mine-- it was different. i mean, don't get me wrong-- i still hate bittersweet things, but all because of you-- i might just have to make an exception it's not as bad as i thought, but i might need some more convincing-- kisses will do.
my memories of you are bittersweet if you knew about that, you would've loved that, wouldn't you?