I can't stop thinking
About those eyes
That crooked smile
Mane of curly hair
Sweet,deep voice
So I don't think
Empty space is what I prefer

I have a phobia
Of you
And I swear to God
I still keep wanting more

I look at you and I look at me
I wonder how we ever came to be
Both of us posses  bad eyesight and a slender figure
We both aspire to become something bigger
You left and I stayed
That is the story of today
But tomorrow holds something too
I will leave to a place far away from you

Each time you break me
I feel a little more alive

My friend today mistook a paper bag for a cat
I cried of laughter
I mistook you for someone who cared
I just cried