No matter how sick, tired, sad,
or unhappy you are,
there’s one thing
you can still be grateful for
and that’s the fact that you’re still here.

this world, this life
our only known, guaranteed shot at consciousness
should be spent by everyone,
extravagantly

and it deeply hurts me
like ten thousand knives into my optimism
that people are still waking up every day
wishing they could die.

i can't think of many things sadder than that.

I used to hang on every word you'd give me
Now, I look at my phone and roll my eyes when I see your name,
Isn't that a shame?

You're so **** annoying.
Tricked myself and everyone else that I actually had feelings for you.
Ha.

you don't know what you're missing, until  you've lost it.

I want my soulmate back.
But there's no way he would want me back now.

I am:
Damaged
Goods.

Even though the two of them were the biggest regrets of my life,
They will also become his.
And I do not want that.
This is not poetic, but it **** sure is real.

I've ****** him over, with two others
Both of which aren't even half the man he is
-literally-

A.J.B is my soulmate,
But am I his?

Our love is like sand,
With each passing day grains of sand fill up the spaces between us,
Making this love stronger than a diamond,
Sharp as a knife,
As it cuts through my skin and caresses my heart,
Our love is exotic and beautiful.

To much false
In fake.
To many fakes
To make the false
What it is.
Starting to believe
Nothing's real anymore.

No matter what I think about,
I can't get you out of my head.

You are the only one that I want...

No one else turns me on.
No one else is as handsome, smart, or perfect as you are...

Do I want you back?
A: Yes