I am lost.
Yet,
Something is telling me you are just like me.
Maybe
We were put in the darkness
To find each other.

You promised
f o r e v e r ,




                                 *Your definition of              
                                   forever was a lot
                                   shorter than mine.

I wish I had a time machine to go back and kick my own ***.
Or at least try to talk some sense into myself.
"Listen kid, this **** doesn't bode well. You're burning alive and headed for hell."
Maybe writing is its own kind of time travel.
Billy Pilgrim knows what I'm talking about.
"Chin up child. Stop playing wild. I know you're trying to make your own style,
but you'll lose more than you'll gain."
But before I step in and turn the dial, my future self comes back to slap my hand.
"Let it be," I'll say to me.
One day you'll understand.

would you listen to arctic monkeys
and sit behind a pine tree
while we just be free
with me?

I'm broken.
The world around me is shattering
All of the beautifully painted lies
Strung up and clattering
The noise is more than I can take
He used to fix me
When no one else could
Now even he breaks me
My heart once so happy has darkened
By his words I'm no longer softened
Turned into a girl
who is hard and bitter
No longer longs
for gentle words spoken from his lips
A happiness once had
Now fading like passing ships.
I am broken and no one can fix me.

51 hours
51 days or
51 years

Im here waiting because you are my one and only girl
You are the only one for me
You are my world, my heart
My soulmate

I love you