Why the **** do I care about you so much?

Maybe it's because you've been in my life for so long

Or maybe it's because you were almost my first kiss

Or it's because of that night you held me

Or because I think I was the girl you talked about in that letter

Or because you were the first person to ever claim to be in love with me.

You were drunk when you first said it and I didn't believe you

Until three years later when you told my best friend about it

And you said the night you held me was the best night of your life

And I believed you.

I don't think you know what love is.

I don't think I do either.

I tell myself I love you.

I convince myself I don't.

Why won't you come back for me and to me. I'm so lonesome. Depressed without you. Do you ever think about me? Do you even miss me?
I think about you everyday, I miss you everyday. Somehow I wished I can go back and relive that life we were living together.

Yes I know you made those two years ******* yourself, with me always being there near you. I'm sorry we got attached to eachother, we got to close and I want to be that close to you again.

You made me pretty.
You made me feel pretty.
You are my prettiness.

Which i should be ****** thankful to have you or to atleast onced your near.

You and I, we were deadly together.

Sometimes words do hurt
and stones build houses.

Sometimes words do break me
and sticks keep me warm.

Sometimes kisses aren't soothing
and being alone is better company.

Gnash your teeth and howl,
but you'll never see me frown

I escaped

the truth of reality
for a wisp of lies
         if not for a moment of peace.

my room tinted in shallow puddles of gray
        assured tranquility
                                  if only for a moment.

I escaped
            
             If  i return is of no consequence to me.

And we were treading the pavement with joyous steps
a building bellowed-it was a protest.
Ahead we were sister and I
When a woman charged up with black fire in her eyes.

"Go back to where you came from!"

the food was delicious but my mom's is better
the music was good it kept me dazed
but the fire in her eyes
and her strong opinionated words
has stuck with me to this day.

a little piece of a soul
and we read these stories untold
-we are all the same